The sunlight breaks aggressively through the curtains.<\/p>\n
Bed covers mimic the gentle touch of a lover.<\/p>\n
As my eyes open to hear the cabinets slam close and the refrigerator slowly creaking open.<\/p>\n
I thought my daughter was still asleep.<\/p>\n
My son has left for work, so I sit upright to take in a deep breath.<\/p>\n
Swinging my weary legs to the edge of the bed,<\/p>\n
I feel my bones awakening to the urgency of the day.<\/p>\n
My mind begging me to stay in a bit longer, I quietly slide into the bathroom.<\/p>\n
Looking in the glass mirror, it enhances every scar, blemish and discoloration.<\/p>\n
Still my beauty intensifies against this false representation.<\/p>\n
As my clothes drop to the floor, I step into the steam and allow the water to comfort every inch of my body.<\/p>\n
Feeling the perfection of my curves and softness of my skin.<\/p>\n
Assuring myself the attire for the day would be both comfortable and chic.<\/p>\n
Anticipating the coffee brewing with the intoxicating smell of hazelnut and cocoa beans.<\/p>\n
As I slowly sip the liquid, I turn up the heat on my daughter\u2019s omelet.<\/p>\n
Hoping this time, it doesn\u2019t burn.<\/p>\n
Watching her carefree spirit brings me joy,<\/p>\n
the innocence, growth, and brilliance leave me in awe.<\/p>\n
Living in this moment, I know we are blessed.<\/p>\n
As my tribe strives each day to do our very best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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