leaning in

I vehemently feel that if you rise to the occasion life will throw you a rope. That if you just keep chugging along praying to whatever god there is out there that something comes along. I met Rick at a time in my life I had no idea he was what I was looking for. I don't think I was looking for him. I fought for that relationship, broke off a huge chunk of my heart and left it to him. Running to another place and job and looking forward. And you know what? He and the world stepped up to the damn plate. It said "we've got you" and they did.

Foster wasn't hitting any of his milestones. He wasn't and isn't the same as others. I let the doctors and circumstance direct us instead of trusting. Then I think yet again Rick and I made it happen. We accepted our little boy and leaned in. He is AWESOME. Honestly one of the most intelligent humans I've ever met. In that time we had a miscarriage. I came to terms with that and accepted how it changed us. Then the world, Buddha, God, life gave us REECE. Shit they gave Foster REECE. His best friend. An overwhelming belief is in me that she is half of his heart and always will be.

Then there is this job that I just happened into. Messed up circumstances. New experiences. Education that is letting life pour into me instead of sucking me dry. Then a new position within my position. I am in a good place.

Obsessed with the people in my life. LIFE makes you lean in.