As we lay in bed, he grabs a hold of my hand.
I love this moment, I think.
I am lucky.
I think about all of the good times, and of course the
difficult times pop into my mind too.
I often write of love and romance and happy ever after.
I have blogged about parenting, and crafting and the beautiful moments that I find each day.
I realize that I rarely write about the struggles, but it doesn't mean that I haven't had them.
I almost never express the tough times, but it doesn't mean that they aren't there.
Life is not always easy, is far from perfect, and no, it's not even a fairy tale.
Yet, on most days, I can easily describe it as one.
I am a romantic when it comes to love, but more importantly,
I am a romantic when it comes to life.
I believe that our happily ever after depends upon ourselves.
Our mindsets, our outlooks, the choices that we make each day.
We can choose to get up each and everyday determined to love the life that we are living.
To never stop appreciating the positives.
To truly believe that even on the hard days, tomorrow can and WILL be better.
That means letting little things go.
That means forgiving for some big things.
That means failing, and trying again.
I write about the good stuff, not because that is all that I see,
but because I believe that we have to look past the not-so-good-stuff to truly be happy.