I'd rather hear that I'm a beautiful person than hear that I'm beautiful. I like compliments that carry meaning, telling me I'm pretty isn't saying much, lots of people are pretty. I'm different.
I'm strong when it comes to surviving, moving on and living... but when it comes to creepy crawleys, needles, heights, zombie movies and being alone... I'm a big wuss.
There's no such thing as the boogie man, but Im afraid of him anyway.
It's hard to make me mad. I'm too forgiving. I love pink, playing dress up, shopping and bubble baths. I'm pretty girly. I'm predictable, but random.
I don't hate anyone, but there are lots of things I don't like about people. I don't appreciate rudeness.
I really appreciate a good joke, even a dirty one. I love to laugh, and if you don't... then you don't know how to live.
My favorite part of my life right now is being a mommy and wife. I love playing the happy homemaker. I want to change the definition of 'mom jeans'.
Isn't it funny how you live your life not even knowing something is missing until you find it?? I found it... or at least what I know now that I was missing then...
Didnt we make a beautiful baby?!?!?!
Shes such a little miracle, thank God.
