GIVE ME SPACE AND FREEDOM…JUST NOT TODAY.

As a parent, life seems to be a fluctuation between survival mode and an attempt to capture the moments we never want to forget.

Freedom is so close I can almost taste it. The day to day pressures of three small lives is lifting as they grow. With the lifting of pressure becomes space. Oh how I have wanted space and room to breath, and now…

FEED LOVE

My mother has spent her life feeding us love. Her love languages are acts of service and quality time, but that is only because cooking is not technically one of the five love languages.

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