My Eyes Became a Waterfall…
Tiny droplets of salty water came streaming down my face as soon as I looked down and read that beautiful four letter word.
All while slightly choking on the breakfast bagel my amazing husband rushed around this morning to make for me. I usually fat girl cry when I stuff my face so that was the norm. But this text, it made my day. She’s having a girl. And I wish I still saw her daily so that together we could ugly farrah cry and I can hug the shit out of her and the beautiful human being she’s growing inside of her who she describes as a dinosaur. I like dinosaurs. And I like them. Two baby girls coming this summer that I get to smother to pieces. Two new nieces who’s lives I get to be apart of. God is Great.
The mission starts to find the most dramatic tutus I can get my grubby little hands on.
In Jessie Spanos words;
I’m So Excited!
My body is one big mangled bruise….
it feels great. I stepped out of my comfort zone last night. Something I have had problems doing for while. Change, it’s too much sometimes. I tend to stick to routine. Day in, day out. There is nothing wrong with it until it starts to suffocate you. I needed something else. Anything. Something to change. All it took was something little like this to make me feel good. To put a smile on my self esteem. It did. I sit here feeling sore, bruised, in pain, and it’s perfect. It makes me feel accomplished. Yes, something so simple. It was a breath of fresh air. Something the inner me needs.
One goal met.