This. This moment when the last of summer is blowing through my twilit house, this moment when my baby is slumbering peacefully upstairs, when my husband is kissing me and telling me again how he loves me, this moment when the voices of children echo down the street, chasing each other toward home, this moment when the moon is just beginning to shine through our living room window, this moment is what I dreamed my grown-up life would be when I was still a little girl.
I breathe it in and smile at the shadow of my smaller self. My life is rich with fulfilled dreams.
