I sit back on my heels, before sighing and thinking. I measure my torso and a*s in my mind before crawling underneath after her. I can't believe I still fit. Am I really that small?
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
