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As I went to pull the handle on the fridge door today, I took a step back and chuckled.  I used to be so organized and neat.  I never thought I'd see the day when little scribbled drawings would fill the front of my fridge.  I used to be independent and travel solo through my life.  I never thought a little person who looked so much like me would be exerting her own will over the decisions in my life (like going swimming instead of washing the dishes.) 

Oh how much I fretted and worried about deciding to have this little person. How much I wondered if I was ready. How sick I was my entire pregnancy and how long and hard her delivery was. How many gray hairs and stretch marks I now have.

And now here she is, and I would not trade a moment of it for anything else. 

Many aspects of my life, like this one, turned out much differently than I expected. Much differently than I had even dreamed or hoped. They turned out better. Even after the heartache, the tragedy, and the grief, there is joy, and wisdom, and strength.  I am glad for all of it.

Dear reader, embrace the entirety of your life. Embrace the hard moments and the good. The dull moments and the exciting, because they add up to the whole of your life.  Do the things that scare you. Take a chance on something you are not ready for. You will look back at the person you were before and not recognize yourself, because the person you have become will be so much more amazing than you could have ever planned. 


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