Hello security – in my finances, in my parenting, in my choices.
Hello running fast and slow, up hills and down, with tears and without.
Hello writing, this time without striving for so much perfection.
Hello nights that end after midnight.
Hello banker, financial advisor, lawyer. I can navigate you and your paperwork now, and I’m going to be proud of that.
Hello rocking my baby after his bath.
Hello therapy over wine with girlfriends after school.
Hello God. Whoever or whatever or wherever you are.
Hello acceptance of other people and their reactions to my loss.
Hello eight hours of sleep.
Hello empowerment. Let my children see a mom who refuses to be a victim to her circumstances.
Hello ice cream that I can finally enjoy.
Hello risk. Maybe even a few big ones.
Hello laughter that comes from my children and from having an extra drink at the bar.
Hello memories that remind me I was truly loved, once upon a time.
Hello basketball games where I cheer from the stands so loud I embarrass my kids.
Hello new foods with flavors I never thought I’d enjoy.
Hello vulnerability. You lead to connection.
Hello trips to places that stretch my mind, my palate and maybe my patience.
Hello love – from my children and my friends. Maybe even from someone new.
Hello first sip of coffee in the morning, reminding me that life’s small pleasures are worth savoring.
Hello anger, because sometimes it has its place.
Hello bravery both big and small.
Hello enjoying this life I have.
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