My mind is ready to go but my body doesn't want to listen. I can't will it work no matter how hard I try. Ultimately, my body always wins and I am left in frustration and tears. I am not in control, I am not in charge. The choice is not mine. Halloween skeleton is me. Rattling bones that can barely move. Squeaky and tight, loose and falling apart. All in one.

I often find myself in a place of joyful contentment and then I just stay in it for several peaceful moments, basking in it, soaking in it, finding gratefulness and grace inside of it. It comes from within, as a result of the beautiful relationship that I have with my husband, which eliminates any doubts that I may have ever had in the union of two people. Not that I ever had any doubts at all. From the moment I knew him, from the moment I first met him, my intuition overcame