My rock in this life. God, Ivan, and faith; all super sized. Combined with family and friends, it all gets me through.
I know and fully recognize even when I am sad, I am blessed.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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