This picture was taken a few days before my 27th birthday. I love it because it is genuine pure joy in my smile. A rare candid of me, right in the moment.
I was surrounded by dear friends at the lake, eating a delicious chocolate cake decorated with my favorite, Rosemary.
I saw this picture the other day and it hit me as I thought about the season I was in. A season that’s hard to put into words, so I got rosemary tattooed on my arm instead. I always say my tattoos are displays of the pain + love in my life that were so tender, strengthening and beautiful...and many times those moments are hard to put words to.
My mind was blurry in this season. Heart was stirring. Tears were flowing. Healing was happening. Light was overcoming the darkness, one little ray at a time. One conversation at a time. One hug at a time. One moment at a time.
I guess that’s what hit me. I look back and I remember the pain, yes. But more deeply I remember the beauty that was brought forth through the ashes. The years I realized I didn’t have to fight this fight alone.
Last night, I stepped outside to look in my garden. There it was, my last little seedling bursting throw the dirt...a little slower than the rest, just as beautiful.
That’s how life is, right? There is dirt. There are hard days. There is rain and sunshine. There are days you feel you can’t get your head above the ground. But with the right amount of love, laughter, prayer and conversations...you break through. At your own pace. In your own timing, right on time.
xoxo