stuck in reverse

Will you marry me?

(Source: peetasbakedbuns)

dunhamkids:

neverending list of awesomesauce female characters
☛ veronica mars

“after all these years do you not instinctively fear me?”

jaclynday:

“My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.” ― Jodi Picoult

Mother’s Day this year will be emotional for me for many reasons. It’s my first. It’s also my mother’s first in the start of her new life.

Believe when I say that I hope I am half the mother to Isobel that my mother was to me. If I could manage even half the love, the tenderness, the caring, the encouraging, the teaching. But, aside from all those soft, expected things, I want the strength too. I want to stand up for Isobel like my mother did when I had a teacher that enjoyed humiliating me in front of a class. I want to make Isobel popcorn when a boy ignores her like my mom did for me. I want to record every single sports event and music concert like my mom did. I want to sing her the lullaby from Mary Poppins as she’s going to sleep like my mom did.

I want half of it and I’d consider myself a pretty good mom. Just half.

If I do nothing else in this life, I hope I will have left behind a wonderful, smart and kind girl who has her mother’s love of reading and her father’s love of laughing. I hope she looks back at the thousands of photos and videos I took of her and shakes her head but secretly loves it. I hope she remembers every family vacation and every silly voice that her dad makes. I hope she loves school and hates boys (for a while at least). I hope she does what she loves: soccer, band, yearbook. I hope she smiles more than she cries.

I hope I can give her everything. And if I can’t, I hope that we’re too happy to notice.

I LOVE YOU.