A letter from December 16th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope you are so happy it hurts. I pray you fall without fear because you know that not only God but your family will catch you. I hope you laugh without fear that laughter won’t find you again. I hope you hold your babies extra tight (even though they aren’t babies anymore). I hope you let love into your heart, it’s been trying to wiggle it’s way in for so long. I hope you stop questioning yourself and find the confidence you deserve. I hope you feel deserving. I hope you find your why. And I hope you learn to accept that who you are has always been and always will be enough. I love you, and I am going to keep trying so hard to get you where you need to be. 💗