What is the word for the feeling where you aren’t depressed but you are melancholy in a good way? Sort of a bittersweet nostalgic feeling that makes you want to listen to really well-done sad music or read something good but sad, like, The Time Traveler’s Wife. I have that. I was at the playground in the rain with the girls and they were laughing and going on the slide and getting soaked. And I was laughing at them, but also feeling really weird about the fact that in a few years they’ll be grown. I want them to grow up, but I love this part of being a parent. I read a book written by a mom once and she likened a child growing up to them wandering off into the woods and never returning. It is somewhat true. If I think of the child that Lexy was at age three, I have to admit that that little being is gone. And I wouldn’t have things any other way, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel a little sad for how they were.
Time to go try out Veggie Mama’s tortilla soup recipe.