Dear Uterus, I'm trying hard to focus on the present.
The past will never change, and will always be there.
The future is a mystery that I can't see.
So, I squeeze my son a little tighter today.
I set aside the dishes, and the vacuum, because hearing him laugh and seeing him smile is better than a clean floor-- and we can use paper plates tonight.
I don't want to be so focused on wondering what comes next that I miss out on all the nows.
-Michelle
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