Today, I stupidly wore the glasses that only saw what I lack and things that I’m not.
It made me feel like a damn kid in a big world where I still have to go through the daily grind.
But I had coffee made just the way I like it.
My always energetic dog, who never gave a damn if I didn’t have my sh*t together–lavished me with her saliva and fur and love.
My daughter gave me a handmade card, where she drew a beautiful version of me.
My husband patiently listened to my hellish day, which I told without words. He hugged me without judgment, breaking the prolonged silence.
I’m grateful for the little things that remind me that life is beautiful and I am enough.
Love, February