Remember.

Remember to let the rain hit your window.

Remember to listen to it.

Remember to let your scars tell your story and remember to be proud to regale the tales of how you got them.

Let your hurt serve to be someone's help.

Allow your mess to be someone's magic.

Let your smile steer someone's happiness.

Lead with love.

Be up for an adventure.

Say yes.

Take chances.

Know I will be there, but I may just fall with you instead of catching you.

Understand that this is okay.

We are both learning.

What will never falter?

The love I have for my self created little tribe.

You guys!

The admiration and adoration I have for you kiddies?

Immeasurable.

You have completed me in ways you will never understand.

But I hope that you will one day, of that I am sure, or at least hopeful.

Fingers are crossed.

And hard.

Anyways...

Thank you for holding me up when I was falling down, and conversely, I hope I have cheered you on when you didn'tthink you could find the finish line.

Forget Tuesdays with Morrie.

It's Sunday, and blizzard thoughts with Cynthia.

I guess figuring out how to get out of my house has me sitting with "deep thoughts."

Jack Handy has nothing on me.

If you don't get this reference, you are far too young, so keep scrolling.

And no I don't have any snow melt, so if you do see me face down in my driveway, please call for backup.

Or my kids because they clearly didn't read my blizzard love letter.

Xoxo,

C.

Ps. Went through a case of Costco croissants and corn muffins in 2 days. Our blizzard supply is already gone.

Pps our inflatable Santa is still dead on my front lawn if anyone needs a mile marker.

Ppps. Put your gavel away. Ill unplug him when I get around to it; after I get out of my croissant coma that is.