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.
Category: Life
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.
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...
Some Days.
I’m not sure what hurts more...
Hands Full
Have you ever looked at a picture and been so overwhelmed with emotion that your heart literally ached?
Foster, Life & Love 