What’s kind of crazy to me is…..
I dreamed of the life I have now.
I prayed and I wished and hoped for EXACTLY what I have now.
But years ago, the “picture” of who and what I was praying for looked very different in my head–I was going to be a teacher and inspire others, I would marry at 23 and we would have 2-3 kids.
And even though the vision I had looked different, the fundamental things I wished for at their core were the same.
A man who was crazy about me, who was an amazing father and provider, and someone who I could be proud of. A man who took care of himself, took care of his girls, and took care of his business. A man who had a servant’s heart. A man who made my heart beat a little faster and who could calm my anxious soul at the same time.
Being a mama. Being pregnant, watching little little feet dance across my tummy as they stretched inside of me. Hearing first cries and seeing first steps. First days of Kindergarten and kissing boo-boos. A tiny hand in mine and a fierce never ending love.
Friends who are family and family that are friends.
A life full of adventure, joy, laughter, authenticity, making a difference, inspiring others, chasing dreams, growth, traveling, and living a life rooted in kindness, intentionality, and grace.
And even though things have happened that I didn’t envision–like marrying a man that’s never home for dinner on time, our little girl having a chronic heart condition and disability, battling cancer and an eating disorder, going through miscarriage, or finding out some relationships weren’t meant to be long term……
My dreams, hopes, and prayers came TRUE. Because I was willing to not get fixated on the “picture perfect” vision of my future in my head…..
And step into what was meant for me all along.