Dear lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in
Father tell me if you can
All that grace, all that body
All that face makes me wanna party
He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds
Happy Mother’s Day to my mama and of course to all of your mamas and then to those of you that are mamas!
Getting Naked.
Let’s be honest, we all take naked pictures of ourselves.
We do it for all sorts of reasons, before/after pics, to send a lover, sometimes out of admiration, more often than not to be critical or even just out of sheer curiosity of what we look like.
I’m just gonna say that I’m pretty okay with my naked photos…at certain angles ha!
Yeah, of course there’s room for improvement and a magic eraser would be the most awesome thing ever, but if I’ve learned nothing else from my insecurities, it’s that one can make far better improvements to themselves when they already love themselves. Then all your efforts are for you, not society, not your boyfriend, not to make other people jealous, just for YOU and your own sense of self-satisfaction.
Try it! Be vulnerable. Learn to love yourself as you are. Then work on becoming your personal best.
Go on…be sexy!
Why bother?
Why bother trying to be everything for people when they don’t try to be everything for you?
Childhood Home.
I am laying on the wood floors where my bed once was, thinking about the life I had here.
I was just a little girl, only 8 years old, but because my brother took over the home, I’ve never felt like it wasn’t still my own.
For years this has been the place I felt most safe, the place that would warm my heart even on the snowiest of mornings.
Walking down those narrow stairs every day, sitting in front of the family room window, seeing the giant pine tree out front, hearing the sound of gravel as someone drove up the long driveway, picking apples and cherries, girl scout meetings, birthday parties, christmas mornings, playing in the snow and my fondest memory of all, swinging from a giant swing that hung from our ginormous tree.
Maybe it’s silly that I’ve grown such an attachment to it, but I have spent 22 out of my 30 years in this home, whether living here or visiting.
The house is now empty, no furniture, no lamps, just a bunch of boxes still left to take away. The rooms are filled with nothing but my memories, my heart is full and tears are flowing as I think about all of the special moments. I love this house.
Tonight, I say goodbye.
