Forcing pieces to fit never made a pretty puzzle and relationships, I've found, are the same way.
Nothing else I do in life will ever be as meaningful as caring for and raising my tiny human, and I think that has finally started to sink in with me.
I don't know many people who are able to say that they even speak to their childhood best friends, but I'm blessed enough that our kids adore each other and will grow up together.
I don't want her to live a life full of fear, sorrow, and suffering. I want the world to be a better place for her, one that allows me to sleep at night knowing that she's safe. My only hope is to raise a child who is genuinely good, who not only cares about the world around her, but does something to change it for the better.
the fact that everything was new wasn't even the most appealing part of this blossoming relationship, it's that it all felt old like the perfectly worn in sweatshirt we all reach for on lazy Saturdays. And I knew.
This thing was the biggest lemon ever made, not in the sense that it didn't run properly -that wasn't the problem- rather, it seemed to be a magnet for destruction.
My entire life changed when I had her and most of the time this isn't the case, but tonight, I miss my life before. The one where I was only responsible for myself, well-rested, and shaving my legs wasn't a freaking treat.