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Dear Momma's,

I know you're tired, worn out, and have reached your limit to deal with the mess and chaos of Motherhood. But I'm going to whisper something SO incredibly important that I'm still learning to grasp; you're special. 

YES, you. 

You are the very human that orchestrates the functions, cooks the food, folds the laundry, you're a diaper changing machine, you're the taxi driver, the peacemaker, the soundboard, the planner, but most of all; you're special. I intend to tell you all the things you know in your head that hasn't reached your heart yet. I see the hopelessness, the brokenness, the desperation, and the anxious weight you carry. I want you to know that you're not alone. We're all in this together. This is your safe haven and your oasis. I don't have all the answers or any but luckily, it's not about that. It's not about answers and it's not about tidy words. It's the mess within us all that creates something so unique. It's about being loved, sharing my story as I journey through what I call: the writing years.