A little reflection

I thought that I had lost all of my family photos.  I was really sad about that but was trying to let it go- I could not figure out what had happened to them.  I found them out in the shed in a box under some art supplies.  I guess if there is a silver lining to Mark forcing me to remove my things from that side of the property- it would be that I found them.

I spent some time yesterday going through them.  It was needed.  I needed to remember WHO I AM.  Remember my history- where I came from.  I needed to see my innocent care free face as a little girl in order to remember what that feels like.  It gave me strength.  It helped me to realize I am a scrapper- a survivor- and I will be happy and secure again.  This is just a bump in the road.