Growing Old is a Privilege

This afternoon I was driving to pick up the two older kids from school after picking up the youngest from daycare. I had doula client prenatals to attend this morning and decided to use the rest of the day to catch up on some blog writing, enjoy tea and lunch without any distractions and surround myself with beautiful music and my favorite essential oils in the diffuser. It was an ordinary day... I heartily enjoyed my quiet time with zero distractions other than the dog. But it was one of those days where a wave of grief washes over you at an incredibly unexpected time. I was driving; and I was about three-quarters of the way to the school when I started thinking about what I would be making for dinner tonight... Being that it was already half past five and I typically have dinner on the table around six, I figured it was a good night to just grab a frozen meal and warm it up. For those who know me, they know I tend to talk to myself when I'm deep in thought. So, there I was, talk...