Just be you, kid. Momma’s got you covered.
Just be you, kid. Momma’s got you covered.
Random fits of joy just because she is joy, and I’ll cultivate safety so she knows that about herself.
Since my daughter’s birth I have the perfect excuse to do everything. My heart is in it once again.
My vessel no longer commissionable to holding anything I don’t choose.
I’d choose to relive this year again because I had my little girl. I switched paths out from darkness into love, and that shift held a near death experience when she was born. Leaving behind a toxic dynamic was another initiation. Both were the most difficult ordeals of my life, yet everything turned out for the best.
Sprinkles through the rains of the mundane—reminding me you are the magic.
She makes friends with all things.
Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.
She’s teaching me balance in a new way, and I’m proud of myself too for learning and growing with her.
Still, I felt so powerful clomping around in them again.