Finding home

Have felt like this is always home.

I started writing here shortly after high School, through my dating. This sight may be why my husband ended up falling in love with me. Maybe I sounded smart. Then our wedding. My rebirth into Christianity. My prengancies. My children.

So much is saved here.

Yet, there are so many words I didn’t share. It’s a shame, really. I should sit and write more.

I was telling a friend today how I finally feel like I’m onto the next chapter of my life.

No more babies for me. Now I’m just an awesome wife and Mom. Or so I tell myself.

I’m digging myself out of the rut of growing kids. Now I’m raising them. I’m also taking care of me. Because I’m worth loving myself. I just need to keep telling my reflection that.