I'll remember you...

Oh the places I have been, Do I grow from them? To reminisce is to dwell, some say. I cannot say I agree. I think about it often. Places, People, Things I have seen and experienced. Why do I have to be "living in the past" to talk about them. Yes, with this assumption of dwelling, I do not agree...

My husband and I often talk about the past. We have been in and out of each others lives for many years, since we were young children. Now that we are eternally together neither of us could be happier. We share everything; our tears, smiles, laughter, children, ups, downs, experiences, life lessons. He completes me as I complete him. Talking about our past is our way of recognizing all of the things that brought us together and made us the people we are today. We don't dwell on ex- relationships, or regret mistakes, or talk about what we should have done differently. What happens is, that we take the time here and again to remember the moments that molded us into the adults we are now and how those moments changed our lives enabling us to be together and be the person the other needs. I love him, I always have since our younger days, and I always will. I am very lucky to have gotten to trade lunches in school, build model rockets, take his little sister for a walk, stay up all night talking on the internet (when not every one had a computer), have my heart mended by him, as well as help mend his, with this man... He is one of the three greatest blessings in my life and I enjoy his prescience in my life each day.

My daughter is many things. An angel, a ballerina, a princess, an artist, a singer, a mess maker, a comedian, and all the very best parts of myself. I was in a dark place full of anxiety and patterns before I had my little girl. From the moment I found out she was growing in my womb my entire life changed. I was needed, and soon I would be loved with a love so powerful nothing else could compare. The pure, innocent, perfect love of a child. My darkness shed immediately when I heard her little heart beat for the first time. Tears poured down my face in the Doctor's office. This little one inside of me, she was my angel and I knew that, I think everyone in the room did. The Nurse practitioner even hugged me and told me I was going to be an amazing mother. That moment I knew, this was my answer.... this was my calling... this was my life. My little girl, she is the reason I am here to be her mother and give her the best of everything this world has to offer. When she was born it was the greatest day of my life, my greatest accomplishment. Holding her in my arms I knew I could finally be proud of who I am. I did this, I created this angel, and when I raise her, I will be the best mother I can be. I remember barely being able to sleep that first night I called the nurses 3 times to see my baby girl, my world. Now I am with her (inseparable) day in and day out. I would not change it for the world

My little boy, he is not here yet but Valentine's day is just around the corner. My son, I am so excited to meet him. His big sister hugs him and tells him stories, even feeds him cheerios (hands them to my belly) every day. He is such a loved little boy. His daddy is so proud of him already, just as he always has been of our daughter. He wants to teach his little man everything about the world. I have never seen him so motivated. He is already an amazing father, but now its like a refreshing of his flame, re lit and ambitious. This little boy isn't here yet but he already brings so much excitement and wonder to our families world. We all love him so much, I can not wait to hold his little body in my arms, to stroke his hair and cover him with kisses. He is my angel too. I am getting greedy with age, sorry God I wont be giving these angels back!

My inspiration.... My family is such a great support system. My daughter acts like I am the greatest person alive which fills my heart with such a joy each and every day. My husband tells me how wonderful I am and supports all of my dreams. He encourages me to go after them daily. My son he is my fresh breath of life, my reminder that all things are possible. 

I have played rockstars, watched movies, remembered, recognized the inspirations in my life, and its only 12 o'clock. Id say today has been a pretty darn productive day as far as my goals are concerned.