Nothing magical happens when you reach a certain age.
I promise to be standing right in front you, cheering and shouting the best I could whenever you’re on-stage. I will be supportive.
“Forty two now and had no regrets until a couple years ago. Now I sometimes regret the decision, and wish I could go back and do things differently. Other times, I am glad to not have kids.”
People change their minds. People grow apart. People disagree and fight about it. Bonds break. Love is not exactly known for being tame.
You learn to have high standards in love. You won’t let your future family become as dysfunctional as your current family is.
To look at a sleeping baby, defenseless and pure, and think, ‘How many likes do you think this will get?’ struck us as particularly gross.
Delicious smells from the kitchen transport you to a time when things were different, when things were happier, when things were whole, when he was here with you.
I couldn’t care less about petty things, like what people think of me. I haven’t had my hair highlighted in six months. I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of designer jeans.
Maternal instincts are real. But, what happens if you’re a woman who’s never felt it?
I want her to divide her love and pour it out without fearing the feeling of feeling empty.