It hasn't been about me for years. Almost five years to be exact. The moment we went from two to three, not much else matters more than this mommy role I've been given. I have learned so much and grown so much. I'm not the same person I was just four years ago.
And that's a good thing.
It just means that I don't have much time at all to write today. Maybe tomorrow. I suppose.
From Syreena, With Love