you would think I would be completely content and in love with our house since I am the one who picked out every paint color, furniture, flooring, etc. but no i’m tired of it and wanna change it 😆 we’ve barely lived there a year, why am i like this🥲🥲🥲
i saw a tt that said “having a mom who would trade places with you on your worst day is one of the greatest gifts”
& it really got me thinking how blessed i am🥹
she has cried with me & felt every ounce of heartbreak that i ever have. i wouldn’t last a day in this world w/o her🤍