About a year ago I printed this one out and cute-washi-taped it to her door. It’s one of the most beautiful pics everrrrrrr of her, and I want to see it always.
Every time I’m about to charge in and yell.
Every time I’m leaving in tears.
Every time I’m feeling lost or hopeless.
Every time I’m so discouraged that we can’t this or can’t that….
Those are (usually) (at least partially) lies.
This is the truth.
Thy Will Be Done 