As I lay in bed tonight I've been reflecting on this night ten years ago. It was the last time I spoke with my mom. It was so normal, so warm and happy, so comfortable.
"I love you, goodnight."
I was so secure in that love, so confident in myself because of it. How grateful I am to have been born of goodly parents, who gave me so much love. Through that love came confidence, testimony, trust, independence, security, and the ability to become Annie. Just Annie, and know that it is enough.
"I love you too, mom. We'll talk in the morning."
I have the weakest stomach when it comes to smells. SO bad. Tonight I was getting into the car and saw dog droppings in the yard. I gagged for like two minutes. (I'm going to be bad at growing babies).
"Of all the things I love about you, your gag reflex might be my favorite." ~Kayla