vida.

life.

It's been crazy, since I've been home I've worked 8 hours every day (except sunday). I've been struggling lately though, I've cried every day since saturday. hard. It's been tough, I long so much to have my babies and all their kisses. I've felt so insignificant since I've been home sort of like my life has no superior purpose or direction and that I'm just like everyone else - working, coming home, hanging out.. doing the usual. I'm not longer getting kisses all day from my babies, or sleeping on the hardest bed known to mankind aka piece of wood, or hanging out with my 11 best friends.

but...


I've realized good things happen to people who are trying to do good. I'm not perfect, I keep making mistakes, but I'm trying.

Heavenly Father has blessed me. bottom line. blessed immensely. that is all.