I choose you. I choose us. This day and everyday, just one day at a time, I am going to pick you on this path.
Our time is too valuable to pick apart the width of our bodies instead of embracing the pieces that make up the width of our days.
I can deny it all I want but the frightening fact is that one day my four children will be teenagers.
Don't let your life be swallowed by excuses and regret. They may give you something to complain about but they don't make the beautiful life that you deserve.
I am overwhelmed with the luck that you were born to me. And I know that I don't tell you that enough.
I promise to be in your corner for your battles. I promise to let you know when I am struggling through a battle of my own.
There is power in the do's and the don'ts in this world. And it is imperative to know the difference.
I need you to stop saying that you are “just” a mother. Your child is so much more than just. Your life is more than just.
I do wish that I could bottle this moment. This place in time of you belly down on a swing with laughing eyes and having nowhere you have to be but the backyard.
So this summer I am saying no. Unless something directly benefits the relationship that I have with my children or my marriage or my close friendships than it is quite simply, not worth it. I am choosing them. I am choosing me.
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