Love is so simple. For me it’s as natural s breathing. It’s when life keeps throwing curveballs that it feels like loving is hard.
Loving the child that throws things at you. Uses such awful profanity…. You wonder to yourself “why and how can I love this person?” But we do. We figure things out. We let it roll off our shoulders. We cry alone. We pull up our big girl pants to love them another day. Over and over. Unconditionally. Cuz that’s how we roll
Love is so simple. For me it’s as natural s breathing. It’s when life keeps throwing curveballs that it feels like loving is hard.
Loving the child that throws things at you. Uses such awful profanity…. You wonder to yourself “why and how can I love this person?” But we do. We figure things out. We let it roll off our shoulders. We cry alone. We pull up our big girl pants to love them another day. Over and over. Unconditionally. Cuz that’s how we roll