The Road Less Taken

I'm glad no one warned me what I was in for after rejoicing that we were having a baby.

If someone would have told me it'd be this hard, I would have acknowledged, "Well I'm not strong enough to deal with that. Abort!"

Now seeing that precious little face, OHMYGOD. MY son. My son. The best parts of me, and the best parts of Dan. My perfect little baby.

We didn't know what we were in for, but we did it.

My mom visited yesterday and apologized for being late; said she'd passed the freeway exit. Had to get off at the next one. She could've easily just gotten back on the freeway but it was so backed up from traffic and construction that she decided to just explore, and follow roads that ran concurrent with the freeway.

It came down to deciding between choosing the path that she knew would get her to where she needed to go, or taking the unknown road.

And guess what? She reached her destination. And it was all okay. And life went on.

She might not have realized it, but in telling me that story, even though I wasn't personally in the car, I learned from it.

I'm glad nobody told us what to expect. This path is surprisingly okay with me.