This weekend there was a lot of love in the air. How much do I love my son? Enough to not stick my tongue out at him as he is telling me “No sing, mama!” I CAN SING IF I WANT SMALL HUMAN!
I spend a lot of time fretting over how I’m loving others. (Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I am pre-tty giving you guys.) I want my kid to know I love him, that he is safe, that I am proud of him. I want my friends to know that I have them as major priorities. I want my husband to know I appreciate all the things he does. I want to make time for my family. I don’t want to forget birthdays, I want people to know they are on my mind. But so often that creates a go go go where we forget the ourselves.
How do you love yourself? What are your favorite things about you?
I love my hair, even though I’m mad at it right now. In the end, it always has my best intentions at heart.
I think I can tell a pretty fantastic story.
I love my cheekbones, which I got from my mother and my mother’s mother (who has a birthday… Today!).
I love and am proud of myself for making fairly smart life choices.
Pat on the back for being willing to do things that are scary. You rock, me.
I love that I love my music loud and my windows down.
I make really good roasted veggies, muffins, pizzas, scrambled eggs, beet salad, and cupcakes (Which are like muffins except…. with cream cheese frosting?).