Dezma

My dainty love. Her lashes soak with the love dripping from my heart. Yawning.
There's nothing that compares to the presence of family. It's not just the words, not the conversation or advice. It's the pureness of their love. It's so necessary. The simple sense of connection, it has an unmatched beauty. I don't know where I'd be. Words don't hold the power. I remember one of my first blogs was about how different I would love my family to be, how I coveted other families. Not to say I didn't enjoy my own; I did. The disadvantages of coming from a single-parent home were merely weighing down on me. I was so wrong. Stepping outside my comfort zone, being away, has allowed me to paint a reflection of myself. I am so proud of my family and how they raised me. I'm thankful and happy to be the person I am with the morals I have.

"What are you going to be when you grow up?" "Tinkerbell." "Why?" "I want to fly. Like a bird in the air."