I spent the entire day today with Seb, Dyl, Sasha, Gareth and my ex-husband Rupert. We were celebrating Seb and Dyl’s 23rd birthday at Citi Field with a make-up Mets baseball game. It was a lovely, poignant, tender time. I actually wept a lot during the day, wiping the tears away from my eyes, pretty openly, mostly in gratitude for what is, but also a little bit for all that was lost.
Life is deep and rich and broken open; there are no stones left that I wish to overturn. I can lead from my recovered heart and believe in the steadfastness of some kind of quirky love that emanates out of the six of us when we are together. We are transformed as a family into something new, not so easily or completely understood, but new nevertheless and still expanding outward; expressing a sort of funky spirited hope that lights me up and invites me to believe even more fervently in a power much much greater than myself.
It’s not perfect, but it certainly is….. And for today, that is enough for me.
BIG THANK YOU to Seb, Dyl, Sasha, Gareth and Rupert!