Today I was looking at a family picture. We were gathered for an incredibly difficult event. When I looked at the picture, at each sweet face in the photo, the events of the occasion flooded through my memory. Agonizing days. Wondering how we would get through it. Wondering how it would end and when it would end. Laughter and stories and hugs and gentle hand holding. Food grabbed on the run and shared in hallways and hotel rooms. Sobbing and wailing, phone calls and questions for direction, and months that followed of how will we do the next thing. When I looked at my image, for the first time since I was a young woman, I saw myself as an incredibly strong woman. Remembering how I stood in strength to lead my family, to protect them, to provide for them, to shelter them, to make necessary decisions because they had to be made……I saw this smiling strength shining through what I knew in reality to be balancing between broken hearted and steel magnolia. Wow! Healing revelations. I am strong. There have been many…..MANY. ….m.a.n.y. people in my life who have tried to break me, take me, own me. To tell me that I am NOT enough. That I cannot……but I am learning. I can do hard things. Love a quote from one of my favorite blogs “Momastary”……”We can do hard things. Carry on Warriors!” You,....yes, I'm talking to you.....you can do hard things too. I believe in you....Carry on warrior....You've got this.