Recently my husband and I co-hosted a baby shower. Friends who live a few houses down are the expecting couple. For them I’m sure this is a very scary/exciting/happy/terrifying time but for me it is happy; nothing but happy!
The gathering was filled with entertaining games, delicious food, and high quality friends and family. The perfect recipe for a fantastic time. The parents-to-be were happy and that should be all that matters.
Partnering with my husband, it was important that we both have a good time. We did. I’m fairly certain SW’s good time was based on mine and I’m okay with that. My good time was much deeper than the 3-hours of laughing and joking at the party. I enjoyed the change of focus for a few weeks. A welcomed perspective change. I did not think of aging, er not-aging. Thoughts of cancer and it’s side effects were pushed aside. My focus was on life. A new life. A new beginning. A clean slate. A precious pure start.
I understand why some believe that this cycle starts again after death. I am filled with a sense of calm, peace, and even joy thinking that could happen to me.