going through boxes

let me begin by saying, i love my life. i love my husband. i love our dogs. i love our future together, and i love that we're embarking on an exciting journey with this baby.

but.

i just went through old books, papers, and... photos. oh photos. a picture is worth a million zillion words and feelings; and emotions flow through me like a rushing river. i was so thin. i was really beautiful... i had this feeling that the world was open to me and my dreams. what would i become? what would i do? who would i be with? would i find love? who would i be? endless possibilities, and you could feel those possibilities, the excitement, in every snapshot of life years ago.

oh the nostalgia.

i stop and look at where i am. in MY house, with my HUSBAND and my mother painting THE NURSERY for our first child. holy cow. is this what i thought i'd be doing when i was 26? living in a rural part of north carolina, working at an animal hospital, commuting my life away, and wishing to be a stay-at-home-mom?

i had such adventures planned...