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I am going through a devastating emotional time, and I need her arms around me to tell me that I matter and deserve so much better. They say that God never gives you more than you can handle, but right now the pain that I am being dealt is so debilitating, I am afraid that I won't be strong enough to outlast the hurt. I just don't understand how people can be so cruel. How they take a cry for help as an attack and ignore a broken heart. I never thought that after battling cancer, I would have to battle keeping my sanity and my will to live. But being a survivor, I get up, move on and take advantage of the many angels that were put in my life for a purpose. So today is a bittersweet day for me as always, and I allow myself the privilege of crying. My tears: for the mother who left me when I needed her the most, but left behind a life time of love. for the fact that Erin trusts me and loves me unconditionally. Found, now home. Art of Living Online. Taylor Made designs.
Ok, maybe not the world...but you'll save @ $190 in a year by not buying plastic baggies + juice boxes.
How's that? Myself, I hate the concept of plastic baggies and packaging in general. Just today I was in Trader Joe's and they had these delicious peaches and I wanted to buy them, but the packaging was unbelievable. There was a wooden box, a plastic lid, a plastic shelve to hold the peaches and then tissue. Happy mundane. Siagrafica. Bloggy Award. Somersaulting. IMEDAGOZE. Laissezfaire. An angel at my table.
Juniper Designs. Blossom Home. Designs by Izzy. Design Assistant. Red.house. <br> Magazine for Interior Design and Décor. Frecklewonder. I am going to pretend that i'm somewhere sunny. with the sound of sea birds in the air. where i can go for leisurely walks in my salt water sandals. and let the ocean breeze move across my slightly sunburned shoulders. i will watch my sweet baby doze off under the beach umbrella. and look at my son and know that he is as happy as happy gets. i will remember how amazing it is to have a baby crash out in my arms after a long day of playing in the sun and sand. and i will think of sunset dinners right on the ocean. i will hear that happy laughter from my children. and taste one the most amazing meals i've ever had in my whole life. i will remember what it's like to go for evening walks along the beach and watch that baby girl zip and zoom and squeal and laugh and explore to her heart's content. i will imagine what it's like to not be wearing 2 tshirts and a wool sweater, jeans, knee socks and a scarf inside.
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