My lumpy, bumpy body in a bathing suit.
My children growing up.
I want to go back to summer 2010 please and thank you.
*Today it was so cold and windy and snowy that I could only see a few feet in front of my vehicle. As I drove my shitmobile to do groceries I was wondering why the hell I was driving to the grocery store on such a craptastic day. I mean, really, we couldve survived 24 more hours without some raspberries and hummus.
It was a stupid idea.
Except I really wanted hummus.
*The boys told me they don't believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa/Tooth Fairy and I almost did the ugly cry. I have dreaded this day since 2002, and, then, in a casual conversation it came up.
Like I said.
Lets go back to 2010.
*Sometimes I feel guilty when the horses are outside in the cold. But then I see them run and play and then they run away from me when I come to the barn door which tells me they are happy.
Happy horses make me happy.
*While at the waterpark the other day when I looked all lumpy, bumpy and cottage-cheesey, I glanced at my three babies and noticed something.
They aren't babies anymore and it makes me sad.
And then I thought about the fact that I carried each of them inside my imperfect body.....
and how perfect all three of them are....
and that maybe its OK my body doesn't look like a supermodel.....
....because my body made this.
That was deep.
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