"A mom-heart doesn’t change just because her kids are adults. And no one can ever take that spot in a child’s heart... grown or not. As I’ve gotten older, my mom still does the same motherly things she’s always done, now for me and my babies. She still stands outside, rain or shine, and waves goodbye as we leave."
I was raising my own worst nightmare. Smack dab in the middle of my brood of five kids, was a charismatic, sassy, leggy, blonde, dance-y, athletic girl oozing confidence...
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"Every marriage comes to this place where you get stuck in the rough surf. And it feels hopeless and humiliating. Why can’t you just do this? Why aren’t you strong enough?"
"With matted hair, animal cracker stained leggings and those horrendous boots (oh who am I kidding; they’re house shoes), I headed confidently home..."
