I envy those who have faith. Those who believe and feel something I can’t. They fill the gap between now and the future with their faith. Not because of controlling, planning, worrying, or obsessing their way through every moment, but just because. Because they believe it will turn out okay.
Sometimes when I’m lying in bed in the morning, I picture my door opening and a little one barreling towards me, leaping onto my lap. She’s in her footed PJs, hair still a mess from her dreams.