abby's mom

Overheard today from the mouth of a 4 year old:  "Oh, that's Abby's mom. She's nice." Made my day. That precious, tiny, fierce, redheaded, stubborn, strong, joyous, wild-haired girl is totally my kiddo. She is my posse. I try to tell her each day that of all the little girls in the whole world, I would pick her to be my little girl.

How are we identified in this world? By the people we surround ourselves with.  I am reminded over and over the importance of seeking out those people that love and respect us, that challenge us to be our best selves, and that bring out our true selves instead of our 'representative.'  Be it our family or the family we choose or the experts we call upon, it matters who is by our side.

I am incredibly blessed by SO MANY people of integrity - people that I would CHOOSE to be with even if I didn't have to be.  Thank you for supporting and loving me, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone, and for putting a huge smile on my face.