I try to take a lot of pictures. There are a lot of moments I don’t want to forget or there are moments I want to share with others. But one of the best parts is when I’ve had a rough day, week or weeks, and I look at those pictures? I see something different. I see a reminder of why I fight the depression, the anger. I see glimpses of peace.
(My heart may be in that little backpack. It dawned on me today, that is my last baby, growing up as quickly as she can…wanting to head off into the world like her sisters)
Survive til you Thrive!
