We pass the tequila bottle between the three of us
Cross-legged on the futon mattress
And quote Glennon Doyle
Let’s remember
We can do hard things
But this, this, this
Is not one of them
This, this, this
Is easy tonight
In the morning when we say goodbye
It’s easy too
(Well, easier)
Because what’s a month or two or three
Compared to seven or nine or twelve
We vow that this will not be our life
And talk about the kids that will fill our homes
And our Midwest campsites
Can it be this easy?
(Maybe not)
(But maybe so)
(Not every good thing is a battle)
(Sometimes you don’t have to fight for every scrap of love)
(Sometimes you live in it)
(Maybe not)
(But maybe so)
Maybe so.
With Love,
Natalie