Sundays are possibly my favorite days.

I don't spend my Sundays like most people do. Most people I know, Sleep in until around 10 or 11, but not this girl...

I get up around 6:30 am and take a shower and get ready for church. I either listen to Classical or just the gentle humming of our van.
Then grab my purse, keys, shoes, and Missalette book and head out the door. I usually try get to church about 15 minutes before to say my extra little prayers and to get settled in to my pew. As church lets out I feel enlightened and ready for the week, and then I head down the street to Whole foods and pick up breakfast supplies and fresh flowers. 
Then I start to head home and I roll down the windows and I feel like everything is perfect. I know "nothing is perfect" but I feel pretty close.

When I arrive home, I'm ready to make breakfast and feed the girls and my fiancé, and as we sit there and eat, I look at them, think;

"How did I get THIS far?"

It still amazes me that I am raising two girls and they are both healthy, happy, and couldn't ask for anything more. Maybe some more fruit or juice but that's about it. I know I put myself down a lot about the progress I'm making but when I really look back on the weeks past, I'm getting better and better at life then I expected. People are always gonna have their opinion on you and they are always gonna talk, but you just have to remember that you have to stay true to who you are and don't be someone that you think everyone wants you to be.