To my girls - THANK YOU! To each one of you that has stepped through my doors. Or stepped foot in my drive way or garage when classes were there, or at Femmefit, or the park or back at the Painted Cowgirl.
Author: Lindsey Arnold
I'm a daughter, sister, aunt, wife and mother.
My Girl
I thought if I complied, if I was quiet, if I was good, then I'd be loved.
It Was.
But I let it get this far.
And my parents were in the next room.
It’s my fault.
They’re Stuck.
Today Jase and Zain officially joined our family. Eh, that’s not right.
Happy One.
I was so dang tired. Your brother still wasn’t sleeping. My body was still recovering from my csection, but we knew
Beautifully Mine.
Something was missing though. Answers to questions I didn’t know. Traits I could not claim. Family history unknown to me.
She’s One.
My ‘first born to me’ yet the fourth child I have been privileged to love as my own.
My Dad.
My Dad is amazing.
Simple as that.
Mother’s Day.
I always wanted her to be my best friend, my confidant, my safe place...
365 Days.
I’ll never forget the feeling in my stomach when I was waiting to meet you. It didn’t go away for a few days. You were so tiny. Two months old but resembled a newborn.
Foster, Life & Love 