There's a photograph of me that I see every day. It hangs in my front room.
It was taken more than three years ago.
And when I look at that girl, that version of me,
I'm grateful for all she knew and how far she'd come
(it was a long, long way).
I see her with fondness,
she's twenty-two-and-eleven-twelfths YEARS of me.
But also recognize
there's three years, five months, and twenty-six days more to that girl now
and while she has new scars, heartaches, and a few wrinkles to boot
she's even better now
and dare I say more beautiful now?
than she used to be.
I'm grateful for growth
despite the difficulty
that often gets us there.
(Here's the photo...)
It was taken more than three years ago.
And when I look at that girl, that version of me,
I'm grateful for all she knew and how far she'd come
(it was a long, long way).
I see her with fondness,
she's twenty-two-and-eleven-twelfths YEARS of me.
But also recognize
there's three years, five months, and twenty-six days more to that girl now
and while she has new scars, heartaches, and a few wrinkles to boot
she's even better now
and dare I say more beautiful now?
than she used to be.
I'm grateful for growth
despite the difficulty
that often gets us there.
(Here's the photo...)
OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH MIKAYLA
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