Thankfulness and gratitude, to me, are like happiness and joy. They are similar, but they are not the same.
Let’s get something straight. I run. I don’t know if I would call myself a “runner” per se, but I run. I am a runner. I love the feeling I get after I run, but I do NOT always love to run, like the physical act of running. Sometimes my shins hurt and my toes… Continue reading This Does NOT Mean I’m Running a Marathon
It’s just what every one of his milestones is to me. It’s special. It’s special because when that child was born and even until he was about 2, I wasn’t sure I would get to witness it. It’s special because HE is special.
I am aware that some most of my posts (either on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter because you know he ain’t reading my blog) make my husband either cringe, roll his eyes, or roll his eyes while cringing. But you know what? It’s ok. I see meaning in things that probably shouldn’t carry meaning. And the… Continue reading Peace
I am not a man nor do I profess to know what it feels like to be a man. That’s a given. I am not a man so I don’t know the struggles that men face. That is also a given. But I knew a great man (I’ve known a few) and I have some… Continue reading The Measure of a Man
18 years ago, I met a man who was stronger than anyone I knew, even my dad said so. He didn’t even have to convince me that he could do anything; I figured it out for myself. A couple years later, I married that Superman. He has never once made me doubt my initial assessment.… Continue reading We Made It