This is me, a lover of all things girly since I could remember. Who can't stand when things don't match but will silently contemplate why someone would wear stuff that doesn't match. Who still seems shy or maybe just overwhelmed so I stay silent while surveying my surroundings. Who it took years to be vulnerable to share this with more than my journal. Someone who looks at this picture every year and cries. Crying because I wish I could provide comfort for the unknown questions that just seems to go in a circle when all she wants is the answers and peace. Crying because it won't change anything in her life but at least give her peace. Crying because I remember that day like you remember what you wore on your wedding day and it was one of the most terrifying moment in my life but I wouldn't change it for the world. Crying because I love this picture so much. This little girl didn't know what she was walking into but she is ever so grateful for the opportunity she was given. The second chance to a better life, a family who does love her even if she doesn't want to receive it all the time. Friends in her life and just a abundance of life with oh so many sweet surprises and gifts. I may never know my past beyond what I do remember but I know that my future has hope. And every day I think it wish life was much different I remember all the good things in my life and all the good things to come.
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