As much as I love my husband, I often look forward to an evening to myself when he heads to a meeting. I am quite sure the reverse is true as well. We argue over stupid stuff and have an actual yelling match every now and then. We worry about our health and those of our family members. We budget our funds so that we can splurge every now and then on something we have on our wish list. We argue over when my husband will actually finish the wall trim in the bedroom and if we really need to plant fifty grape starts. (Update-$250 later, we had fifty grape starts planted that the deer promptly ate the first night they were planted).
Our two daughters are perfectly imperfect, and I love them for that. They have kept us on our toes and have made for a very interesting life. And, to be honest, I will take interesting and a little flawed over perfect any day. My life has character. It's all wrinkly and sprinkled with the highs and lows, as well as the twists and turns of a rocky road. My daughters have taught me that even though I do care what others think, I will no longer allow their opinions to define my life. I accept my life as it is, flawed and yet spattered with moments of perfection.
The other night I sat on the porch with my husband. We were watching the sunset while drinking a glass of wine. I looked at the man I have been married to for over 36 years and thought, what a perfect moment! And it was just that. A perfect moment. Not a perfect life. Not a perfect day. But a perfect moment. And for me, that is enough. Wishing you a perfect moment in the midst of so much uncertainty.