Home.

  Tonight you sat there & allowed my heart to spill open. You played the role you've been waiting years to play. The role of a momma that is seeing her daughter's future lie before her. You allowed me to admit my past & the mistakes I made & there wasn't a hint of judgement in your eyes. Brokenness was expressed & tears flowed..& a past was talked about that seems like ages ago, but truths needed to be brought to light. You allowed me that sounding board I needed.

  You welcomed a future that I never imagined I would have, but, that God is opening up the possibility to. He's preparing my heart for what's to come & tonight I just needed my momma & that's exactly what you were to me.

  Home to me will always be you & daddy. always. No matter where life takes us or how many houses we move in & out of, that's not home. The two of you are home to me. The smell of your fresh laundry. The nightly foot rubs. Daddy's smile. Kessie laughter. Our family's second language- tears. {Happy or sad.} The smile that brushes across my face when I know I'm within a few short miles of home....This is home to me.

  Tonight I told you I wanted you to be apart of this journey & you told me that most kids don't want their parents input, but I'm not like most kids. I need your wisdom & counsel. I need you to stand by me & possibly welcome this lovely boy into our world.

  I want to do it right this time...There will be mistakes along the way, but nothing that can't be fixed with an 'I'm sorry'.

  This time it's different. --This time it's a story for the books.

  Thank you for your love.
-Gracie.