It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
-from “Yes” by William Stafford
I love this poem, which I first learned about from Tanita some time back. It’s been on my mind lately as we’ve had some surprises around here, and I’ve been scrambling to keep up with the way life can change so quickly and unexpectedly. If you sat me down a year ago and told me what the next 12 months of my life were going to look like, I wouldn’t have believed most of it.
But here it is.
The other day in the car, Lucas said to me, “I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I do.”
“No, no,” I said, hating whoever made the 12-year-old think this. “Good things are just as likely to happen as bad. If you wait around expecting the bad things, you just make yourself miserable.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m going to keep getting my hopes up.”
“Good,” I said. “Me, too.”
I’m spending this afternoon with the boys, and my only hope for today is that we have fun. I want to play outside, do some reading, maybe bake some cookies. I hope for a simple happy day.