Landslide

Right in the middle of a rather tumultuous few days with my kids, my man and I laid next to each other wondering if we knew what we had bargained for by taking our long distance relationship and transplanting him into my Madison with-kids life.

As luck would have it, Pandora was on in the background, and it was no small comfort to hear Fleetwood Mac take on some of the same big questions and come away feeling like it's ok to sometimes feel like you're in the middle of a landslide. It doesn't necessarily mean you've taken a wrong turn or done something wrong, it just happens sometimes.

Maybe particularly when you're willing to risk a big undertaking. You know, like leaving your husband, sleeping around for a while, and then eventually falling in love again and meeting someone worthy of your kids. Or moving across the country to be with a woman with two kids when you've spent the first 45 years of your life kidless in New England:

I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Well, I've been afraid of changing

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older and I'm getting older too

Oh, I'm getting older too

Awh, take my love, take it down

Awh, climb a mountain and turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide bring it down...