Life never goes as we expect it to. What we want, may not always be what we will get and it may not always be what is right.

I read this on another blog yesterday.  It really does ring true in so many ways.

I never expected to:

bury my son at the age of 25.  Hell, I never expected to bury any of my children.  EVER

be with a man that makes me want to pull my hair out, baggage coming out of every orpheus, that I'm still head over heels, completely, and madly in love with.

be a stay at home mom.

What I want:

to have all my children, both our boys, here with us.  Living, breathing, screaming, hell raising monsters.  Yup, I want more madness and insanity.

that same man with checked baggage, not carry on.

my life plan never had me home with my kids longer than the 8 weeks after they were born until they could go into daycare.  I knew from a young age that i wanted to be a working mom.  Somehow i knew that SAHM wasn't going to satisfy me.

What I got:

 A dead son, a perfectly healthy living son, a step-son, and 2 step-daughters.

A man that is leaving some baggage at the baggage claim, and asking for help with the remaining.

Experience as a SAHM for 1.5 years and an awesome job that I really feel is going to turn into a career.

Is it right?

Well, we may not be picture perfect.  But we paint a perfect picture for us.  We are happy, and that's all that matters.