stars.

I can’t wait to see the stars in your eyes. I know you are going to shine so bright.

You’re going to be a fire.. but not the kind that destroys. You will be a fire that heals. You’re going to be the brightest star.

I hope I will make you proud.

bump.

You’re just a small bump. You’re growing every day while you wait to meet the world. I haven’t met you yet, but I love you more than you will ever be able comprehend. Read More

trophies.

I talk about my faults like they’re awards I got in high school because sometimes I feel like I have nothing else interesting to say.

I have a need for people’s attention and my frequent pity parties are how I get it. Read More

growth.

When I was younger, my father would make me stop to think about what I was saying so that I wouldn’t stutter so much. Now I’m in my twenties and my dad isn’t here to tell me to slow down. So sometimes my head goes too fast and my mouth can’t keep up. My dad isn’t here to tell me to think before I speak. So now I say things and sometimes I’m not even sure what I said or why I said it. Read More

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.

I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.

I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud. Read More