Sometimes I stop to think about it, and I’m not sure how it happened, how this life became mine. I suppose it was the result of some hard work, some choices (and some mistakes) that were made, and a series of unfortunate events that, after the dust settled, gave way to opportunity.
Whichever of those steps or missteps brought me here, thank you, thank you, thank you. Through all the shit and struggle, I am so happy to be this child’s mother, to write these stories, to be married to this man, to live in this beautiful place. And I don’t think I could lay claim to any of it if even a single moment had played out differently.