I don't pretend to be perfect.
Far from it really.
I know I'm flawed and weak but still wonderful at the same time.
I don't pretend to have all the answers.
I can be both brilliant and idiotic and that's okay with me.
I trust easily and forgive quickly as long as I know you love me.
I'm not the world's greatest mother and I won't judge you for not being her either.
I get jealous and snarky and ask "Why her instead of me?"
And sometimes, "Why me instead of her?"
I lose my temper and find it again about a zillion times a day.
I want to feel close but at times I don't want anyone to touch me.
I really would "catch a grenade" for my husband.
And "step in front of a train" for my kids. (That songs in my head today.)
Sometimes it scares me how much I love my friends.
I will cut you if you hurt someone I love. (Well, you'll at least make my list of people to cut someday.)
I don't like people that pretend to be perfect.
I've decided that's my biggest pet peeve.
At least for now.
Because let's get real ladies.
I'm not perfect.
You are not perfect.
Let's just all be ourselves with reckless abandon.
That would be perfection if you ask me.
What about you?