There are a few things I know.
I know I am an old soul. I know I was sent back this time to learn a lesson in humility. I am in the midst of that lesson now.
I know my husband is an older soul than I. I know he chose to come back to walk with me through my lesson.
I know my sons are the lesson. And for my husband they are his gift for returning.
Funny, how that works.
Prompted by the reading of Eat Pray Love and the story of the Indonesian man reading her palm.