We don’t always make a lot of sense and in the early years of relationship no one thought we were going to make it (not even us) but a decade later we are dedicated to making it work and to the surprise of many, it does.
The day I let that car go was tough for me, and I know it was for our daughters as well. That car meant so much to my husband, and it felt like another piece of him was leaving us.
Today, I am exploring new ways to think about resolutions. Maybe it will be how I approach each day. I’d like to come from a place of grace or curiosity, of joy or focus, of compassion or love.
As mamas we grow into our role and learn with our children. Our love for them is like no other because they grew inside of us and are part of our soul. Each of their milestones shapes us, too.
I like being alone. There. I said it. I like being alone. I did not know this about myself until recently.
It is the onion of life. On top is the shit that is thrown at you. Peel away the layers and you find people, your people, waiting to catch you. Lift you up. Make you whole again.
I don’t see it as a book ending. I see it as turning the page on one chapter and finding the start of a new one.
Whether you’re a celebrity or just a normal human, a lot can happen in 365 days.
I will always be grateful for Liane Moriarty’s story to have found me, giving me what I needed and then showing me how special a reading life can be.
As Mother’s Day approaches this year, I exhaustedly celebrate being a mother of four. This little piece of paper reminds me that the plans I make are never as exquisite as the ones already designed for me.