I believe I’m supposed to just be myself. And it’s lovely. Being my outgoing bubbly loving ridiculous self has some how brought a little more joy to a family that I adore.
I love that his step mom and I went to Ulta and tomorrow I’m teaching her how to use all the stuff she bought.
I love that we ran into his sister getting face masks and when he and I were watching the great British baking show later that night with our own face masks totally sent her a picture and she sent a picture of her and her friends facemasks.
I love that his dad loves getting weird drinks. And wood for the fire place that smells like coffee.
Today has been good. I ache for my own family. I’m also learning to love this new one that I hope will be in my life for some time.










