… and if I was ever given the cosmic option to somehow go back and unbreak one single piece of my heart or uncarry all of the heavy things I’ve GOTTEN to carry, I can honestly say with every single shred of my beautifully shattered soul that I wouldn’t want to change a thing. Besides, if it was good enough for Jesus, it really WAS good enough for me, too, and I’m thankful I was chosen to live this life.
Lol. If only that “me” from 11 years ago today (who was most likely sitting at the desktop in the tiny little “desk closet” in our one bedroom PALACE since I’m fairly certain I didn’t have an iPhone yet at that point) could see me now, she’d be SO fucking proud to see how far we’ve OVERcome the burdens we’ve gotten to bear and how we now run headfirst into the storms instead of either running from or denying they exist.
Hey, God? Thank You. No, really. THANK YOU! And hey, to my babies?
This lightning’s gonna strike right through those hearts of yours again, ’cause this rain ain’t gonna stop, and you’ll feel every drop as they keep on dancing on your heads. But you gotta hold on … you gotta be strong … right here with me if it all goes wrong to keep you from harm … away in my arms … steer you away from the storm! When The Sun won’t come around and your world keeps washing out, I won’t let this love fall down. I’ll carry you. So, let’s run toward waiting lights, ’cause I know there’s better skies ahead. Sands through an hourglass … your floods are gonna pass … and we’ll still be standing, hand in hand!
Love, Mom
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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