sweater: Gap, shirt: Target, jeans: Nordstrom Rack, shoes: Ross, purse: Nine West
You know how sometimes you go through a phase where you get caught up in all the "what ifs" and "whens" and "hows " of the future? And your feathers are ruffled a little too easily, and you might snap at your husband a little more quickly than you'd like and kinda sometimes seem to forget that you are actually on the same team. And you're a little too distracted to really fully devote yourself to even 10 minutes of pretending to be a Transformer. And you feel that all of your past plans for the future don't align as closely with your present as you'd once hoped. And with all that fretting and perseverating you begin to dig yourself into an ugly little hole.
Then, during a quiet moment, your little boy rests his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours and says "lets hold hands because we are best friends".
And something about that simple moment grabs your angry little soul's shoulders and shakes it until it remembers that it's all going to be okay, and that all that worry and frustration will never do a thing for you except produce more worry and frustration. And that everything that matters most is already right where it should be, all you need to do is open your eyes to see it. So you choose. You choose to grab that little hand, squeeze it tight, and turn your face toward all the good and the beauty and the love that does indeed surround you right at this very moment and, as it turns out, has been there the whole time.