Women with the highest walls love the deepest
It’s all connected, your gift your purpose as a woman
Your imperfections, your destiny is moulding you
Embrace all you are
You are beautiful, worthy, lovable and adorable
I know this information maybe painfully obvious
You’re not falling appart, you’re just falling into something different with a new capacity to be beautiful
And who told me this you say!
Well, my husband did
You see I love my husband the way he is
My husband trains me by writing little notes on paper and makes me repeat those words I need to learn from him.
How to love thyself
My husband loves me, just the way I am when I get too chatty
He will come into the room with these little scraps of paper ” now repeat after this outloud”
Oh my goodness gracious 😮 I repeat those handcrafted beautiful words that rocks my soul.
Gone again as the words drown out all the uneventful chatter about negative effects impacting in our precious moments
Hell, how I love this man
Letter to my husband