Sometimes I forget to be thankful. And then sometimes, all at once, I remember.

I have a great life. A simple, beautiful, great life.

I love my husband and I adore my daughter.

I don’t wonder if I’m a good mother. I am certain that I am.

I live my dream because of great family and hard work.

There is a difference between confidence and hubris. While I’m not saying more people should be like me, it would be pretty awesome if they were.

And I suspect there is one person who already is.