I Am Not the Same Woman

I am not the same woman that he married

I was free and fun

My new focus was making life better for my husband

We were partners ready to take on the world

Hopes and plans gave way to cold realities

The stresses and struggles of life left their marks

I am not the same woman that he married

I am the woman that gave of my own body to make him a father

The transformation of one becoming two, becoming three, becoming four

Giving way to new hopes and plans and fears and stresses

My focus shifts from one to several important people

Energy becomes a precious commodity

Spontaneity must give way to a game plan

I am not the same woman that he married

Motherhood has left its mark

Age has left its mark

Life has left its mark

My body has become a roadmap of our journey together

I am not the woman that he married

I am weathered and refined by life

I am not the same woman that he married

I am stronger, more beautiful, more caring, more committed, and more of a partner than she ever was

So no, I am not the same woman that he married

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