Beautiful Messy Life

Understand that all that matters, is that you are here. Real, living, breathing, you.
Our experiences are not the same, our choices are not the same and our people are not the same.

A carousel of still moments does not reflect the reality of time. The work involved, the changes that take place. Conversations and less than ideal choices of words.
The “I don’t want to’s” and the “Will you be quiet’s!”
Let alone the “I’ve had enough’s”.

But interspersed within it all – yours and mine – we muddle through. Always trying, talking, reading to and listening. Loving and connecting.
Rising and setting like the sun each day to make good and witness the beauty of it all.

Every. Imperfect. Messy. Bit.

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