Five Minute Friday: Still

 You made it! It is the glorious day known as Friday. :)

 I get so excited for a new prompt every week from The Gypsy Mama. Have you ever tried Five Minute Friday? Super easy and the rewards to your writing soul are immense. Rules? Five minutes. Write like a crazy woman or man. No edits, no worries.

 In the words of Nike: Just. Do. It.

 Here we go!

 STILL

I am still astonished at her existence. 

 I am still overjoyed I was able to experience a pregnancy.

I am still in love with this house, this man, this pup; this LIFE we have built together, one heartbeat at a time, one foot in front of the other, sometimes running ahead too quickly, often having to step back a few skips and a jump.

I still ache for one more precious embrace with my sister and my grandmother. Still, I hurt at the lost last goodbyes.

I am still my authentic self, even if momma is my main identity right now. And you know what? That is okay. She is little for a quick space in time, but the magic I have the privilege to instill in her is boundless.

I am still me, I falter with my self confidence some days, but I am still a strong woman who has beat the odds on more than one occasion and challenge.

I am still strong, despite my body and the illness it faces. I am still a daughter, a niece, a friend, a cousin, a wife, a confidant.

A force to be reckon with.

Even on my worst days, I am still an important facet in the twirl of this earth.

And I must remember and cherish this always and do everything in my power to preserve and strengthen this fantastic and glorious notion.

 STOP

Thank you so much for reading. 

Challenge yourself to tackle Five Minute Friday!

It feels good and I guarantee you will learn something wonderful about yourself.

 The happiest of Fridays to you!

xo.

Not surprised, but still amazed

Whew.

There is a lot going on lately. In terms of milestones, life happenings, big things, every day victories, settling into this shiny new life I have built for myself, and trying to get my head and heart on the same page. (Story of my life...)

Monday was Sook's 6 month check up. She is in the 7th percentile for weight and 2nd for height. Our girl is tiny, but mighty. But you know what? I don't care about things like percentiles and charts because she's growing and she's alive against all odds.

Her pediatrician, Dr. G, who just so happened to be my pediatrician, stopped talking for a second during her visit and simply said, "I'm not surprised, but I'm still amazed."

I wanted to cry, then ask what he meant. That I'm still alive after my medically tumultuous youth? That I grew another life? That she is here and thriving and hilarious to boot?

But I didn't, I just nodded my head and thought to myself, "Yes I know, me too."