This exchange from Under the Tuscan Sun (film, not book) resounds with me:
Martini: I think you got your wish.
Frances: My wish?
Martini: On
that day we looked for your snake, you said to me that you wanted there
to be a wedding here. And then you said you wanted there to be a family
here.
Frances: You're right... I got my wish. I got everything I asked
for.
Like Frances, I got my wish. I got everything I asked for. Like Frances, it didn't come in ways or forms i could have
expected. It never does.
We can prepare the soil, but grace blossoms
in its own way, at its own time - when it blooms at all
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