Lucy and Bayla are having a fabulous weekend. Lots of company. Loads of fun.
And I’m 100% grateful for their good health, their happiness and our beautiful life together.
Still, sometimes I get jealous.
I don’t want to but I do. It washes over me. And sticks. Like heavy, poisonous mud.
I get jealous of other families’ carefree lives. Their athletic endeavours, financial security, freedom, vacations, hobbies and warm relatives.
If I could cut out these feelings as easily as I cut out foods, I’d be set.