There are moments in every day that I think I suck.
I didn't put down my book to pay attention to the train for the 110 th time in an hour. I didn't have enough patience or I raised my voice in anger. I'm getting pretty great at forgiving myself and loving me a little more. I'm giving myself the grace I hope I give others. That it's okay. That tomorrow will go on. That the sun will rise and set. I am hugging my toddlers but not letting guilt overwhelm every moment.
They take up my everyday and give me life. 
