Fuck Mother’s Day, today needs to be Amazing Husband Day. I got up a cranky crying mess(Mal in our bed making sure we got NO sleep last night) and he’s off to buy me doughnuts and steak before 7am. Thank you Paul for always being my rock and being willing to go the extra mile when I desperately need to eat my feelings.
Much love to those going through the motions today, and feeling the loss of what they had or what never was. Stay strong ladies, you are loved. 
