Day 12 – A picture of something you love.
So, so easy…
My beautiful life.
My life…it took years and years of experiences that made me laugh, cry, hurt, be angry, be sad and to forgive to get here. All of these experiences shaped me into the person I am today.
I cannot begin to think of my life as it were anything other than perfect for me. I smile so much more than I ever have. I am more confident, more decisive (except about where to eat!) and more in tune with my partner, my kids and my family.
For the first twenty years of my adult life, I have let others guide my decisions, guide my emotions and pull me around in the way THEY thought was best. In trying to “protect” me, they did damage. And I allowed it.
Now….I have people who push me to be better, to make me be the best Stephanie I can be. And you know what? I fucking LOVE this Stephanie.
I love that I can see happy in damn near everything. I can feel and say exactly what I WANT to, not what’s convenient for others.
I love that my kids laugh with me, cry with me….and above all are brutally honest with me about where they are, what they need from me and how I affect them. I love that they trust me enough to tell me these truths now, when before they didn’t feel they could. That our bond has grown so much stronger. The old adage is “Mother’s Boys, Daddy’s Girls…” Well….these two are mine. 100% all Mommy’s Boys and Mommy’s Girls.
I love that my wife is who is she. Period. I love that we have known each other longer than we haven’t. We weren’t always “hanging out” or being all “buddy- buddy” in our teenage years, but I can track back knowing her 29 years! I love that even when we didn’t know each other, that we circled each other…growing up blocks apart. Sharing a pediatrician….it’s these small coincidences that turned into the miracle that we are. From the moment it hit me, “she’s my one” I couldn’t bear to be apart from her. Luckily, I have the rest of my life to love her. To respect and admire her. To be her wife.
I love that my mom, sister and I have walked through fire. Not actual fire, but emotional fire that we heaved upon each other. We each had people in our lives at one point or another that did nothing more than stoke that fire and feed it with their own bullshit. We each let these people sway us, our decisions, our actions and our words. In the past two years, I have made a point to put the past hurts and words aside. To throw them out, I can’t change them, but I sure can learn from them. I have learned that no matter what, other folks will come and go….we are genetic. I can’t sell them, give them away or push them off a cliff. I was a daughter and a sister WAY before I was a mommy or a wife. Our relationships with each other over the past two years have DRASTICALLY changed in such a positive way…if you knew us before, you wouldn’t even recognize it…
Yes, I love my life. I love everything about it. I love that I float on my faith, I travel with love and blessings. I live for each day and try to live each to the fullest.
It’s good to be me!