“They had buried the dead kid in the backyard with all of the dead animals.”
Let’s take a moment of silence for the best bromance to ever grace modern television.
The daughter of the troop leader was drunk with power.
Your understanding of the world was stunted by the atmosphere at home and even the abnormal became normal. You looked for an explanation and wondered if it was all due to you.
Rebecca had the life that I dreamed of. She had a big house, two dogs, and a really nice mom and dad. I would sit in Rebecca’s house sometimes and watch in amazement as Rebecca’s mom hugged and kissed her and combed the tangles out of her long hair.
Lord, help me remember that our babies are little flowers and we are their gardeners. Help me to remember that we all have little weeds on us, yet you gently pluck them off and love us anyway.
Once I stopped being so ashamed of it, I saw that anxiety was my superpower too. Because of my anxiety, I worked and loved harder. I strived to help others who were going through the same thing.
I apologized to her eventually limp and bony hand many times that week, begging the world to stop spinning because nothing made sense. Nobody heard me though.
It is hard to know what the future holds; where we will be years from now. What I do know is that the well-known saying, “Home is where the heart is,” rings truer and truer to me as each year passes.
No matter what I may deal with in life, I’ll wake up feeling complete, my soul satisfied because you in my life will always inspire me to rise to my full potential.