All the uncertainties in my life to date I had handled. I had grown and I had been thriving in my own light all this while. I was told I shouldn’t have children and I was afraid for failing them and here I was with two beautiful children winning at life. I am no longer that scared little girl backing down in the shadows of pain and grief and persecution, I am a woman now. Life has thrown me some shitty curveballs, but I have overcome. I saddled up and got back on that horse.

He’s got my back, he watches for pitfalls ahead, but he always walks beside me, my hand in his strong clasp. He is my protector, my savior, my love but more than that, he cheers me on and cherishes my moments of every endeavor. He bolsters my falls and gives me faith in new possibilities. He sees me and all I am and all I can be even when most times I can’t. Our marriage is what I could never have dreamed of, it is a fantasy I could never have imagined and I am thankful it is with the love of my life, Daniel. Happy Anniversary the love of my life, Daniel Zachry. Here’s to our infinite future of adventures together.

I haven’t deciphered if it comes from my weary of content or my craft. I am of the mind it is of that damned recognition as a writer. Where does the weary come from? Am I good enough has been the thread of my days. Will I believe it when my husband says it, when my mother in law does, when a handful of friends do? What if I become an award winning, best selling author? Will it be different then? My husband once said to me,”you will only believe it when someone says your work is shit.” And that is holy gospel, it is the truth. Why is it so hard to receive support? Why is it that the shitty comments are what i shove into the gaping void?