Another Typical Wednesday
Another day unfolded much like the ones before. Wednesday started with packing sandwiches and juice boxes, each lunch carrying a hidden, personalized note. Emma’s morning hug—tight and full of warmth—left me breathless. I sent the kids off with care, then turned my attention to the errands ahead. Their hugs were the currency of affection, and empathy their safe space. I held onto my gratitude for these moments, all while wondering how a small change might reshape everything we thought we knew.
Another Typical Wednesday
Making Plans For Me
As the mid-morning sun cast warm patterns across the kitchen table, I finally took a moment to jot down my to-dos—something I hadn’t done in ages. Coffee by my side, I carefully penciled in pockets of personal time, gentle nudges to prioritize myself. With each stroke of the pen, a small spark of rebellion flickered in my heart. Today wasn’t just about running errands; it was the beginning of preparing a new chapter—one that embraced balance and self-care.
Making Plans For Me
