I long to inspire.
I want to write and publish.
I want my words to be healing and a gift.
I want to love my community well and to be loved well in return.
I want to be authentic, not fake or pretentious.
I want to never stop looking for the beauty around me.
I want to make art, write poetry, read literature and great memoirs, bake things that make our house smell like a home; not limit myself or put my talents in boxes.
I want to be a remarkable mother.
I want to be grateful, not resentful.
I hope that by sharing my loss journey, other bereaved mothers will feel less alone.
I dream of a storybook childhood for my daughters, as they are my storybook dream.
I want to light a spark in them: a thirst to create, to read, to love well, to be kind, to express themselves, to learn and be curious and observant; always to grow.
I want to creatively document this one wonderful life I am given.
What do you want?