This past Sunday, my stomach bungee jumped to my ankles when I watched this beautiful, young mother with her doting husband and their cherubic baby as they ate eggs benedict at brunch. Fine, I’m envious — I always wanted my own Nicholas Sparks Sunday brunching scene, but that was not how it worked out.
I made sure to marry in my twenties so I could start a family in my thirties. I planned out my life to fit a very elaborate fairy tale. But, as they say, “God laughs at those who make plans.”
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