One lucky mama :)

I may be biased, but I consider myself the luckiest person to get to wake up to this fuzzy face every morning.

No matter what stresses I have to face that day, cuddling up to him for 20 minutes first thing in the morning makes all my worries disappear.

I love him so much :)

I get a little big stronger.

Sometimes I wonder if God thinks that I am stronger than I am?

Does he want to challenge my internal strength by making me go crazy?

But then I start to wonder what really makes a person strong.

Is it faking a smile when you want to cry? Is it trying your best to make others happy when you're feeling down in the dumps? Is it lying and saying you're "okay" when you're really not? Because I've done all of those for a long time. But for the first time, last night, I felt really strong. I conquered a fear and I opened up to not one, but two of the closest people in my life. I talked to both Dan and my mom about what was really going on in my head. I've always got lots of crazy things going through that thing, but lately some things have been eating me away. I'm not perfect, and I have problems with myself just like any other person. But to actually let someone in, tell them how I was feeling, and become just a little more vulnerable to those around me made me feel a little stronger.

So, hopefully this is the start of a new me. A me that can open up without being scared of the repercussions. As weak as I may have felt to admit some of my problems, it took me a lot of strength to do so.