I was in the backyard with my kids. It was a beautiful, clear, spring day. I sat in the grass while my son and daughter ran around laughing and screaming the way happy children do. The saturation was turned up on this day. The grass, such a vivid and bright green. The smiles and eyes of my children, so bright and happy. The cool and calm breeze blowing the scent of my purple flowers across the yard.
This was life.
I picked up the phone.
I called every boy that ever broke my heart.
And thanked them.
I thanked them for letting me love them even if they didn’t love me.
I thanked them for moving on, and for letting me move on.
I thanked them for every mistake that was ever made.
Because they all led me here.
To the green grass.
In my beautiful backyard.
With my wonderful kids.
I hung up the phone and laid down in the grass. I closed my eyes. The pure blue sky and radiant, warm light of the sun seeped into my soul. And I knew. Nothing can ruin these moments.
And then I woke up.
Lying in bed.
Staring at the ceiling fan.
Just as happy.