04/06/2026
Today I found myself staring at this framed photo that sits on my coffee table.
One picture during a time of struggle that tells a story...
This was taken 2 months after I got divorced in 2011. Luke was 8, and the twins were only 4.
This is what I see when I look at this photo....
Luke is my protector. He would not let anything hurt his mom.
Dakota is always happy. To this day, he never stops smiling and he is a jokester.
Noah is scared. He is my emotional one that always wears his feelings on his sleeves.
And, as for me, I am a mess inside, but I am able to put a smile on my face for a photo with my boys.
In the past 15 years, we have grown so much as a family. The boys have adjusted extremely well and I have moved on and found myself again.
They are now almost 24 and 19.
Life is good. Better than good. These 3 boys have never left my side, and I will never leave theirs.
I appreciate my life....even these times where my exterior smile did not match what I was feeling inside.
