Faded Pictures

I've always had pictures in my mind of how it would be. The house. The husband. The children. Down to the detail. Yet,

More recently I have been okay with things not looking like the picture. I hold them both side by side, 29 at 19 and 29 at 29 and I play the game. Find the 10 things that aren't the same. And silently I resign to be joyous despite it all.

But,

I want to let them go. Wash the photographs in water so the pictures fade away. I want to forget the things I imagined and accept every now as a sweet and unexpected surprise.

I feel like letting go.