I remember when my mom would make meatloaf and she would take off her ring and put it on the window sill before she squished her hands into the mixture. I thought this is what it means to be grown up. When you’re making dinner and you take your ring off and put it in the window sill. I thought about how I might have a ring one day. A husband. A house of my own.
Today I was making meatloaf (shout-out Chrissy Teigen cookbook) and I took my ring off and put it on the window sill.
I was reminded of my mom and how I looked up to her, eyes beaming over the counter, captivated by what she was doing.
Despite desperately wanting the next thing. (A child. A house with a bigger yard. Fill in the blank here.) I am truly living the days I’ve dreamed of. My heart is full. There is so much more to look forward to.
But for now, I’m taking in what I have.