With Whom All Things Are Possible

I don’t know how I got there (the vortex that is Facebook or Twitter or Pinterest I’m sure) but I landed on the Harper Collins page for the new book “When Did I Get Like This” by Amy Wilson.

While I am genuinely curious about this mom who writes about when and how she got like all those moms she swore she would never be, I am equally curious about the whole How Did I Get Like This or Here concept. I mean if you had told me two years ago my husband would leave policing so we can move across the country to cowboy land and I’d be singing Dixie Chicks while wearing cowboy boots and driving through the prairies I would have told you that you were insane. That is if I could have controlled the laughing fit.

And yet, here I am.

Here we are.

Then I read the dedication “For David, with whom all things are possible“.

And there it is. There is the reason I can be like I am and I can be here and I can dream of being something else or going other places. Because I have a David – though his name isn’t actually David.

Without my husband being who he is I wouldn’t be where I am. What I have done – what we have done – would not have been possible.

I look at my husband and know if I told him I wanted to go to the moon he would help me find a way to make it possible.

If I ever (fingers crossed) write a book, right there in black and white on one of the very first pages will be a thank you to my husband. No matter what we become or where we go I know we will do it together and whatever I may accomplish I know it is because he too believed it was possible… because he too believed in me.