You’re allowed to have hope about your future.
Life is messy.
I hope you trust the timing of your life, and that you follow your own path without worrying so much about what everyone else is doing or how fast they are moving.
My mom would have wanted me to live and to feel alive. She would have wanted me to be joyful, to live the best life I could.
Life can be so lonely…it can be so hard.
I didn’t really like this year. It was daunting and rough and everything in between. But it still had its irreplaceable moments. It still had its lessons and blessings. And I still wouldn’t erase it, even if I could.
I hope you let love shower you and I hope you let people see your soft side.
I miss you when I hang ornaments on the tree, especially the ornament with your name on it. I miss you when I hear Christmas music playing softly on the radio. And I really miss singing “Feliz Navidad” in the car with you, at the top of our lungs.
Thou shalt not feel guilty for going back for a second helping of Grandma’s delicious apple pie.
I want to be happy on my own.