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I'm thirty-two and so much of my life has felt in between. Stuck where I am and waiting for the next thing to begin, that is the in between. I have wrestled it, cried over it, tried to ignore it, and sometimes I have embraced it in mostly a "trying to use reverse psychology on God" move. But have I enjoyed it? I'm not sure.
Right now the in between is different. The testing and guessing of the mysteries of our youngest son came to a stop this spring. "See you in a year. We have nothing else to say." said the medical experts.
So we wait and we work and we play and we practice. But mostly we wait and see. This in between of making progress but still these gaps. Still the lack of answers. Of labels.
Tonight in the in between the four of us went to a movie, which happened only once before - a year ago. Tonight the toddler laughed and gulped soda. He munched popcorn like a pro and talked to the screen. When he got fussy, The Hubs took him out, and somehow he fell asleep without a fight.
A normal family outing for us in this season of in between.