Excerpt from my book...Title to be determined

Ground Zero

Today was another rough day…I sat at my desk crying and feeling so empty…I miss you something awful…I’ve never felt like this…and if I did…it was nowhere near this…the pain is so excruciating, I want it to stop.

I need to speak to you so I text you today:

Me: I know you have the kids til Friday….could we meet up to talk. (today was a hard one, I got home from work all I could do was cry, I just wanna see you to see if it’s just me feeling this way)

Two hours go by and not a word from you, I tried not to think about it…but I’m thinking you just don’t wanna hear from me. Then I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Me: No response? Does that mean you want nothing to do with me? (my stomach started to get quezzy so afraid you were going to come back with a ‘yes’…I had to go to the restroom to splash water on my face…I felt like I couldn’t breathe)

A few minutes later….

 
You: idk if she is off
         I’ll let you kno

Me: okay

I started to cry some more wondering if you were feeling that way I was…were you hurting as much…or is this truly a one sided deal….I know I told myself I would let months go by without speaking to you…to get over this…but I can’t deal anymore.

Me: How are you okay with giving me space when its killing me giving it to you?

You: I’m not okay with it
         But it’s what u wanted
         I was textin
         Just doing what u want

Giving me what I wanted?…if course you were….how could you just give up so easily….unless…you don’t feel the same for me…OMG…you don’t love me anymore....my heart begins to sink.

Me: I miss you like crazy….I didn’t think it would hurt this much

There….I said it…. “I miss you like crazy and it HURTS!”

You: It’s okay
        It’ll get better

Huh? What? ‘It’ll get better’…so its true you don’t feel the same. My logical side is sneering at me with that “I told you so” look.

Me: It’ll get better us not speaking to each other n me not missing u????

Please tell me this is not what you mean…I didn’t think my heart could hurt any more…but it actually is.

I need to know…is this truly one sided…I can’t…I won’t believe that it is, not after hearing the voicemails, remembering the kisses, the touch…the look…no…no…I refuse to believe that.

Me: Is it me just feeling like this…you don’t?

You: I didn’t want to stop
        YOU did
        YOU took my choice away

Yes, I took it away…though I didn’t see it that way…I did it for me because I wanted to have you all to myself. I couldn’t handle sharing you…but that pain didn’t compare to not having you at all. THAT pain is absolutely unbearable.

So I need you to know….

Me: *sad face* I love you & Im IN love with you…you kept telling me that “what needs to happen will”…leading me to believe u didn’t feel the same about me anymore.

Please tell me you still love me and are still so very much in love with me and that all this pain was just temporary…*crossing fingers* please.

You: We both agreed that our friendship
         was more important
        That what ever needed to happen it would

Friendship?? You see me only as a friend? After all we shared and done…a friend? Didn’t think my heart could sink any lower.

Me: You stopped sharing how you felt…so I thought your feelings changed for me.

Did they?

Me: So are you telling me….you don’t feel the same about me?

As I type…the tears begin to fall…I had you…now I lost you. My soul is crying out in anger at me, “How could you do that?! He was IN love with us and you let him go!!?” We both begin to sob.


You: What ever the reasons were as a friend u should of waited til I decided to share.

*sniff* sniff*

You: I’m not saying that
        Just our friendship means more than
        anything!
        As a couple or not
        Friends for life


I wipe my tears, why can’t you just give me straight answers…”yes I still love you… no, sorry my feelings did change”…so I begin to reply…


Me: You’re right…but the woman in love felt different

Because I do…I just want to know all that you’re feeling…I want to be part of all of it.

Me: Friends before Lovers?

Though the Lover part already happened…can we go back? And begin this as it should’ve? As friends?

You: Well...
         Then I guess the woman in luv cared more
         than my BFF

Your BFF? The sting doesn’t seem so bad now…as a BFF you’ll let me in more…you’ll share more.

You: Before or after
        Friends for life

This is you responding to my ‘Friend before Lovers’ comment…I start analyzing this..’before’…’after’…meaning no matter what, we’ll always be friends…but I want more…Than I feel an inner slap in my head…My soul is glaring at me, “Shut it! Take it…we get him back, I don’t care how we get him back…as long as we get him back…I just want this pain to stop!”


Me: No, not that the BFF cared any less…her heart was speaking loudly

Going forward…I’m going to have to suppress that part. My soul is right…we get him back…and if to have him back means I need to suppress my love for him then…for now that’s what I’ll do.

But then I remember….

Me: Why did you delete me?

That hurt when I no longer saw you on my list.

You: Making it easier like u asked

You’re right…I would look at your page and see the pictures of you and her and see how happy you were with her…she made you happy in a way I couldn’t…and yes...it was extremely painful to see…sadly I was doing that to myself. I suppose in a way…you did me a favor.

Me: Where do we go from here….friends?

That’s it… my soul wins…I’ll take the friends versus not having you at all. Logic is sitting in a corner with her arms folded saying, “That’s all you’re good for is just a friend, nothing more.” Then I laugh as my soul runs up to her, slaps the hell outta her and begins to scream, “He loves US…HIS soul and I are connected…you weren’t around when that bond happened….dont you know anything about relationships…you need to love your friend before you love your lover….so shut it!” My soul has a point…any good…I mean great relationship…has to start with a foundation….ours with be our friendship.

You: I’m always gonna be your friend
        Can’t imagine without you

My soul is standing tall…looking at logic… “Told you!”

Me: After these last couple of days…how did we go through the past 25 years without each other.

Me: You’re part of my life…

My heart is beating outta of control….

Me: Not having you….was….painful

You: It was
        That’s why
         It’s better with than without

For once I actully feel like I know what you mean. My life is better WITH you in it than without!

Me: I agree…I don’t ever want to feel that again. I missed U!

I felt this huge sense of relief as I typed that last part…I. Missed. U!

Me: We start from Ground Zero n build from there?

We need to give us a fair shot and we need to start with a foundation…one brick at a time…one called friends…trust…sharing…loyalty…compassion…caring….til the last brick of love is placed. Friends…I’ll take it!

You: Agree

I thought you were replying to my Ground zero comment..but realized they were sent at the same time, so you couldn’t have seen that…you were repsonding to “Not having you …was painful” and ‘don’t ever want to feel that again’ …you DID feel it, too. I look in my soul who’s smiling and just then I see a tear slide down her cheek & mine, too.

You: Yeeeeaaaaa

This is in response to my Ground zero comment….it’s almost as if you feel the same about the brick foundation. I look back into my soul and she’s nodding her head…saying “yes, he does”…I believe her… after all she’s connected to you and knows what you’re feeling.

And just like that…we’re back…I’m okay with not receiving the occasional “Luv u’s” “miss u’s” or being called by my pet name of “Hermosa”…all I care about is that I have you back…Mr. Fifty Shades, himself, said it best… “I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left….I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again.” And that I would!

Ground Zero is where we begin.

My Open Letter to Significants

I was out this weekend in a dual role...a girl hanging with her girls at a tea party and a woman out on the town enjoying the LA night life.


Girls day was great...catching up while sipping champagne, tea and nibbling finger sandwiches is always good.
But what really prompted me to write the open letter was the following sight.
We walked into a little dive bar...you know the kind...where everyone dances like no one is watching and the drinks are so cheap, you can get your face numb by just drinking two.
Well to the side was a nice looking couple...he had his arm wrapped around her waist and her arm laid comfortably on his shoulder. The band hadn't started yet; they both were whispering in one another's ear as they people watched. They laughed and chuckled, the more they laughed the closer he pulled her to him.

They then find two open seats and he pulls the chair out for her and she sits down. The band starts to play and as they do...I witness the sweetest thing...he begins to play with her hair...while she was singing along with the band he takes a quick glimpse at her and smiles; I think I could feel his heart skip a beat. She leaned closer to him as if to lay her head on his shoulder and THAT sight took my breath away. After the band played a couple of sets, he whispered something in her ear, she nodded and they both got up and proceeded to walk out, all along he had his arm wrapped around her waist as if to let everyone know, "Yes, she IS with me!"

That image is forever burned in my mind. It's stuff like that that most of us women yearn for....what is that, you ask?.....What else, but Romance.

It was romantic the way he whispered in her ear, the way he played with her hair and the way he held on to her with one arm.


This open letter is for all you husbands, boyfriends, lovers and significants.


Dear Mates,


I would like to know what happens when the thrill of the chase is done? Or the Courting stops?


Before you get us...the doors are open for us, the chairs are being pulled out for us, the hand holding is tender, the hair is being swept from our face, flowers are being sent and eye contact was always there....but once you get us....it all stops.


Do you think we don't need that anymore? Do you think that because we said yes to you, the romance stops? What makes you think we don't want those small gestures anymore?


I loved it when the car door was being opened for me, or when the door was being held open for me to walk through before you....and the flowers??? I Love Roses and Peonies...but that too is no longer.


OH! OH! and when we're walking on the side walk....WE...meaning us women, WALK ON THE INSIDE NOT the outside...you aint a pimp and we aint for sale!!!!


I know I'm sounding bitter but watching them...made me realize what I was missing....and that was romance.


Also, Mates....I know it seems we tend to harp on all of you around Valentine's day, it’s only because that's the one day that we expect to the get the romance we're missing all year long. Now imagine if you did all these small gestures throughout year??? Valentines day, would be just another day...a day you don't have to fork out $100 for dinner, roses or chocolates.


So, in closing...remember to keep the romance going...you'd be surprised how far a lil hair swiping outta our faces can get you. Because if you don't see the Queen you have in front of you, someone else will…..and THAT'S real talk.

Always,


A Hopeless Romantic


PS Ladies, this should go without saying…but this also applies to you…it’s the little things you do that will keep him looking at you as if it were the first time all over again.

So there it is...my open letter...and then they wonder why we love movies like The Notebook, The Twilight series or the Vow...it's because we yearn for that mushy stuff....*sigh*

Okay...I'm out till the next rant...so until then remember to:

 Be Inspiring, Be Inspired

ALWAYS!!!

I Was Here!.......IM BAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!

I was asked by a friend, "D, what is it you hope to accomplish in this this lifetime?"

I thought about it and answered, "I want to be able to leave a positive footprint in people's lives, even if it's just one life; whether it's a retelling of a story I said, advice I had given, or a simple Reina-ism. I want them to know I was there and made a difference is someone's life."

My Readers, I've been M I A for awhile, and my apologies...the second half of 2011 took alot from me...mentally, emotionally and physically.  BUT.... I'm back and hoping to make a difference, if not all, then some of your lives.

On that note:

I was listening to the Beyonce CD and came across this song....how fitting.  I hope you enjoy it as much I do...now go out there and let the world know...YOU WERE HERE!!!!

I WAS HERE By Beyonce

I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time

Know there was something that, and something that I left behind

When I leave this world, I'll leave no regrets

Leave something to remember, so they won't forget

I was here...

I lived, I loved

I was here...

I did, I've done, everything that I wanted

And it was more than I thought it would be

I will leave my mark so everyone will know

I was here...

 

I want to say I lived each day, until I died

I know that I had something in, somebody's life

The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave

That I made a difference, and this world will see

I was here...

I lived, I loved

I was here...

I did, I've done, everything that I wanted

And it was more than I thought it would be

I will leave my mark so everyone will know

I was here...

I lived, I loved

I was here...

I did, I've done, everything that I wanted

And it was more than I thought it would be

I will leave my mark so everyone will know

I was here...

 

I just want them to know

That I gave my all, did my best

Brought someone to happiness

Left this world a little better just because...

I was here...

I lived, I loved

I was here...

I did, I've done, everything that I wanted

And it was more than I thought it would be

I will leave my mark so everyone will know

I was here...

Remember to continue to:

Be Inspiring, Be Inspired

What Is that I Love by Justin Hutchins

With a love like this, romance is still alive

If asked why I love her, I would say:

It's the sway in her hips,

the thickness in her thighs.

it's the lust in her lips,

the love in her eyes.

It's the softness of her skin,

the silk in her hair.

It's the twist in her walk;

it's the sweetness in her talk.

Ut's the way she loves me

that makes me love her each day.

That is what I would say.

-Justin Hutchins-

One word: Whoa!

*Sigh*

THAT'S the type of feeling, as women, that we want to inspire in a man. We want him to look at us and descibe those same words that Justin Hutchins did when he described his Queen. Whoa!

*Its the sway of MY hips, the lust of MY lips that'll have this man adore me!

I'm about go fantasize about this poem, so until next time...

Remember to Continue to

Be Inspiring, Be Inspired!

A Financial Mess

This is exactly how I'm feeling

Hello Readers,

I know I haven't discussed much about my financial situation with you guys and some may feel it's "none of their business". Well, I'm not one to hold back about what is going on in my life and so here I am....about to divulge a little more about my self.

As some of you know I use to be part of the mortgage industry during the high wave of making high four figure a month income. None of us were smart enough to put some of that money aside for a raining day or for our futures. Nope...what we did was...purchase a home...not a bad investment....buy a Mercedes, BMW, Range Rovers or in some cases....a Hummer....stupid investments....don't ever buy new from the dealership...it depreciates the moment you drive off the lot. By the way....I was the one who leased the Mercedes E350...my dream car. *sigh

When we had awesome numbers for month end...what did we do?...SHOPPING! *White Chicks voice. and for others...DRINKING and paying the 5, 6, 7, or $900 tab.

I was the shopper...starting with...dropping $500 on a Coach bag and $400 for the matching shoes...no problem. $900 on a Fendi bag..didn't blink twice, $950 on a Louis Vuitton made me stand tall, but I knew I made it when I walked into Chanel and bought my first bag and matching wallet...$2300 later...and didn't even flinch when I handed over the cash.

Why am I telling you all this? Because of my foolish spending, when the mortgage meltdown happened we began to sink and barely keeping our head above water.

When we purchased our home, we got ourselves into an adjustable loan; it went from a $2500 a month payment to $5000 a month payment.

We couldn't afford it and then we were faced with losing our home...a home that we worked so hard for. A home that I wanted to raise my children out of. A home that I wanted to grow old in.

Seeing the notice from the bank that they were about to foreclose on us made me want to crawl in a hole with my family and....die. Feeling like we failed them, overwhelmed me...I've cried constantly trying to figure out how are we gonna get out of this.

Then we received the silver lining...a loan modification...thought this was....IT! we're finally moving forward and able to breath.

Then...then BAM...we get hit with a judgement for a levy for an delinquent account we had. NOW...what do we do?

Only one thing to do..............FILE BANKRUPTCY.

My fingers are shaking as I type those letters that translate to me as FAILURE. I worked so hard to obtain the Grade A credit I had and now...gone.

In years past, a person that filed bankruptcy had a stigma that followed them...loser.

I tell myself....I'm not the first nor will I be last to go through this and if I built my credit up once before I can do it again.

Bankruptcy is not the end of the world, we're not habitual filers...this is the first and only time this will EVER happen to us.

A lesson learned...an expensive one...not only financially but emotionally, as well.

We will get through this...i have no doubt in my soul..we will get through this.

My readers, if you're faced with a similar situation...just know, "You are not alone and you too, will get through it." Gotta have faith.

Until next time, my readers.

Remember to continue to:

Be Inspiring, Be Inspired!

My Graduate

My Baby Girl, The graduate!

<= The picture to left is her in kindergarten

The picture to the right, is Graduation =>

Class of 2011

My Princess is graduating today!

Laguna Hills High School, Class of 2011

My Gym Rant....

This needs to be posted in all gyms across America

I rarely go on a rant about anything...but today I AM.

Last night I decide to try a new workout class with a girlfriend of mine.

It’s a class that is taught by a body builder, who only believes in training only with weights and no cardio.

I thought, “No problem, I get my cardio on in my other workouts, so let’s see what his hype is all about”

First imagine this, he’s 300 pounds ALL MUSCLE and sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger,

“I’m going to pomp you up!” *Going forward I’ll be referring to the trainer as “Arnold”.

So I get to the gym and I first see the receptionist, small lil petite thing, no older than 18.

“Are you here to take the SPARTAN class?’

I thought to myself…psh I take Muay Thai, I got this.

I reply, “Yes, yes I am.”

Then she turns to my girl and says, “Oh, your back to take the class, too?”

My friend responds, “Yes, hopefully I don’t throw up this time.”

WT??? Throwup?

I look over at her and said, “You REALLY threw up? What kind of friggin class did you sign me up for??”

She laughs and says, “D, you’re good…class is hard but you got it.”

I looked at her confidently and said, “Yeah, you right. Where’s the restroom, I need to put my hair up.”

She pointed to where it was and I walked in.

I look at myself in the mirror fix my hair and proceed to give myself a pep talk.

“D! there is no way in hell you’re going to throw up! You take Boogie Box, Muay Thai, Boxing. You’ve handled all the “warm ups” UFC fighters and Boxers give you. There is no way you’re gonna let this Arnold wannabe “Terminator Jack Ass” Make you throw up. Got it!?”

I nod at myself and silently say, “Break!” *anything to get me through the next hour.

We all line up in a mirrored room because afterall, we all WANT to see parts of our body giggle in the mirror, right? Talk about motivation.

“Arnold” proceeds to tell us to jump and lift our legs side to side…let me tell you…there is nothing more awkward to see then a 300 pound juice head kick his leg in the air side to side….awwwwkward.

Then high kicks…again..I wanna laugh.

*Disclaimer…Okay, this is where my ranting begins:

HIS ASSISTANT is a 20 something year old girl with a her hair up in a pony tail, fully makeuped out and fit figure..ok ok, i’ll give her that, the figure was fit and she had a bubble butt however, she’s wearing running shorts so short that we could see her ass cheeks with every move she does.

“Arnold” is just loving this because with her moves he makes reference, “Good form.” She gives a coy smile as he compliments her.

UGH! Are you friggin kidding me? Get the Eff outta here.

I’m here to work out like a warrior…not see come chick's ass in my face with every workout movement.

*When I workout, whether at Boogie Box, Muay Thai or even the Boxing class…I don’t give a crap what I look like. I’m there to TRAIN not try to show everyone how busting I am in a sports bra or how almost ripped by abs are…I'm not there to flirt with the trainer, flirt with the employees, nor flirt with the other members. I'm there to prove one thing and one thing only and that is that I can get through the class and the person Im trying to prove this to is.....ME!*

So...after we’re done in the mirrored room, “Arnold” takes us outside so we could do walking lunges across the parking lot and Miss Bootylicious is half way down the parking lot…isn’t she suppose to make sure WE, the clients, have “good form” before trying to show off to us that she can lunge with that ass of hers? SOMEONE SLAP HER!

Just as I’m doing MY walking lunges I notice “Arnold’s” shirt that says “Squat til you puke”…WT???? Ah hell naw…screw you, jerk off!

I only puke for Don Julio who has had party with Jack Daniels in my tummy…you are NOT worthy of MY puke!

And I proceed down the parking lot like the warrior I am.

On the way back…side squats…psh…got this!

Then “Arnold” says “How about we work the tires?” As if he’s asking a bunch of kids, “Okay kids want some ice cream now, yeah” *kids scream with delight.

WTH!!! We aint kids and this aint ice cream…you’re asking us if we WANT to lift and push around a tire, big and heavy enough for Paul Bunyon to use as a hoola hoop. Ave Maria!

Bootylicious proceeds to jump ahead of the class and show off to every that she and her ass can do it…then she says, “C’mon guys if I can do it you can do it.” *annoying Barbie voice…Ugh! SOMEONE SLAP HER!

We do it and do it in somewhat perfect form. Well, actually one of us in our group is struggling…so we, the newbies, gather around her; show her the technique we all used and cheer her on…where’s “Arnold” and “Bootylicious”, you ask? Down the parking lot talking about, Lawd only knows what, while WE help and motivate each other….What the hell are they for? Just to show off?

Afterwards, "Arnold" says, "We're all done, who's ready to sign up?" and he was serious!

Yiiiyyyah….Like I’m really going to join this gym…NOT!

On my way home, I was reflecting on why I didn’t like it too much. The class itself was fine; it’s the atmosphere. “Arnold” is the type of person that is all about appearances. Yes, I understand people want to lose weight to look great, but I as I began my journey, it was lot more deepr than that for me. It was about extending the years to my life and feel amazing; the the additional compliments on my transformation is just an added bonus.

I told you all in the earlier posts, had my mami taken care of herself, she’d be here with us today and getting excited to see her only granddaughter graduate from high school next week. She didn’t so she’s won’t.

Though i couldn't control that situation, I could control mine and decided to change things and I have! I will not only see my princess graduate from high school, but I’ll see college graduations, all the achievements that she and her brother will accomplish. All because I took that step to take back my life.

And places like “Arnold’s” have no interest for someone like me and you know what? I’m so fine with that and you should be too.

With that my readers, remember you should feel good about yourself when your working out afterall, the transforamtion is for you and no one else.

Until next time:

Remember to Continue to

Be Inspring, Be Inspired.

Senior Awards: Class of 2011

Last night was Senior Awards Night, my baby girl was being honored with other classmates in her Senior Class.

Graduation is exactly two weeks away, it's all so surreal.

It seems like just yesterday I was dropping her off on the first day of kindergarten; a day that would be forever embedded in my heart.

*I remember putting her hair up in pigtails, buttoning up her white, long sleeve shirt then placing her overall wool dress over her head, the one that had white pinstripes. She sat on the edge of her twin size bed as I helped her put on her whites tights and buckle her black shoes. After, I stepped back, looked at her and thought, "She's about to take on the world!"

We all assembled in the auditorium anxiously waiting for the morning to be over.

The teachers were already there gathered in front of us and started to explain to some of us, new parents, what it meant if our child was an "early bird" or "late bird" and then proceeded to call for their students....our babies.

I watched as one by one stood behind their respective teacher, like a baby duckling behind its mother. I looked at each teacher and thought, "YOU will be the first outside my world to teach MY child about her ABC's, 123's and be thankful that I named her "Isis", so when the time came; it would be easy for her to spell her name...be good to my child and make an impression that will forever be rooted in her soul."

I watched children scared, some timid, some smiled, some with no expression at all, some cried...actually no..alot cried and then when it came to my baby girl to be called...I was fearful of which of these categories she would fall under...she amazed me by standing up nice and tall, went to stand behind a petite, red headed female with a nametag that read, "Miss Cooper"...my baby looked back at me with a look of, "Don't worry Mommy, I GOT THIS..." and smiled.

The classes started to walk out one by one and as I watched my little girl disappear behind the door, the inevitable happened....MY tears fell.*

Back then my last thought at that moment was:

My baby girl is growing up.

Last night almost 13 years later...I had that same feeling, but this time:

My Baby Girl Grew Up!!!

The Rite of Passage......the Corsage!

Isis and Mikey Prom 2011

There are several moments in my daughter's life that I been waiting for from the moment the nurse said...."It's a Girl".

The day she was born, the day she was baptized, her first communion, her Sweet 16 and the next on her...wups...MY list.....her Senior Prom.

Saturday, May 14, 2011 was my babygirl's Senior Prom.

From the moment she told she was going to prom, my heart hasn't stopped fluttering because I felt like it was me going.

Something happens to parents when our children live their lives...we begin to live vicariously through them.

My prom was almost 25 years ago and for almost 25 years I've been talking about me having a do over and that do over happened this past Saturday evening when I saw my baby girl dressed in her Tiffany blue floor length gown. She looked so breath taking as she did when the doctor placed her in my arms 18 years ago.

She told me she wasn't going to have a date, that most of her friends were going stag. I asked her, "Baby, you sure, I don't want you to feel bad without a date."

You wanna know how my daughter answered me?

"Mommy, I don't need a guy to take me so I could have a good time at MY prom, I'll be with my friends, I'm going to have a good time regardless."

My daughter: She marches to the beat of her own drum!

However....I didn't want not having a corsage for her prom to haunt her......like moi.

I had her lil brother, Mikey present her with a corsage and what a better picture for a mother to have than the one above.

Before I was Mom.....

My Prince and Princess, Dec 2010

In honor of all my beautiful Mothers on Mother's Day, this is for you:

Before I was a Mom,

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never been puked on.

Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.

Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,

I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body...

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom

May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life!

Author Unknown

Happy Mothers Day

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