When it comes to making yourself a better person, the only expiration is the day you die.
I wanted to write some of them down here so I have them. And, in case I’m not around one day, she does too.
You’re not perfect. You’re not awful. You just are.
To a person with children, that sentence can actually be pretty terrifying.
I remember it all. Every trip and fall, every stumble down the low road, I have it all filed away in my head.
Just as you can convince yourself that life is miserable, you can do the opposite.
Had you told me five years ago that I would be writing this blog today, I would never have believed you.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.