Linking up over The Gypsy Mama again for her wonderful Five Minute Friday. Feeling brave enough to join us?
Sometimes my enemy, sometimes my friend. I have fought against, kicked at it, screamed scarcely, slightly obscene words at it, but it keeps coming at me.
So I sigh, lift up my hands in resignation and embrace it. Kinda.
Some days I'm better at it then others. The changes that come over the years are welcome and not so welcome. People come, people go. Adventures are pursued or shied away from, often regrettably. Houses are lived in, moved out of, hunted for, mourned for, loved.
Under it all is the current of those things that never change. The love of my best friend, empty toilet rolls that no one except Mama can take care of, the ever constant need for more and more coffee, snuggles in the morning, the last "I love you" at night.
And for all of it, I am deeply, profoundly, beautifully thankful. That never changes.