California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
I can’t remember if already wrote you a letter. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe it’s stuck somewhere inside my high school journal.
But in the event I didn’t, here’s what I want to say to you.
All of you. Because despite the fact that our school year is coming to a close and I'm emotionally raw over it, because the babies are absolutely growing at the speed of light.....
I'm also incredibly grateful. To you. To all of you. And here’s why.
Mom let’s start with you. Because if you and Dad didn’t have (you know what) on new years eve on that California night in 1976, there wouldn’t be me. Or my babies. Or my life. So you win.
This just in. Being real is the new black. Maybe it’s age that brings this wisdom. Maybe it’s experience. Maybe it’s both. But what it most certainly is for sure, is the truth. And whether it’s grainy or crystal clear, when it comes out, it feels like you’re born again. And for the record, that is not a joke. It’s the knowing. The real, beauty of knowing. And what that can do for your soul? Everything.
