Wounded. Broken. Empowered. And aligned.

There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m worthy, I matter, I’m significant, because I exist. Not because of anything I have accomplished. I am not less worthy because of anything that has been done to me or anything I have done. Same goes for you, too. Ya know why? Because we are human.

My Son. The Moon. And the Stars.

Today is my son’s birthday. My oldest. My first. And today, he is no longer a teenager. Wow. I don’t know how that happened. It seems like just yesterday, he was playing in the floor, asking for a “Kit Kat Big Kat”. Loving on his momma. Always wanting to crawl up on my lap and…