“Life is a series of thousand of tiny miracles. Notice them.”
Today is not where I imagined I would be. I don’t have all the people I love, surrounding me. I don’t feel complete. My heart is raw and open, wounded and sore.
And yet I am grateful.
I am the mother of 3 beautiful children. Each of them perfect in their own imperfect way. They have given my soul the ability to fly. They have defined my purpose. I am imbued with the strength of loving someone unconditionally, unselfishly and purely. They are mine own.
How can I be anything but thankful?
My miracle will always be their love. A thousand memories to hold me over until we are all together again.