Woman. Mother.

Being a woman will pull your heart and soul in many directions.

The one direction I am proud of is my "Strength"-

Even when days like yesterday all I could do was let tears fall down my cheeks.

Releasing the pressure in my heart. 

Pulling it together between customers.

Filtering my strength as weakness.

Grabbing tissues disgusted in my own way. 

About heartbreak.

Motherhood.
Womanhood....

The word STRENGTH.

Some days, I don't have it.

Being beautiful to me is the wisdom to get through all the days.

Good, bad, sofuckinghard, fun, and easy.

I hope you have the intelligence to know you will carry on.  And can.

Being a woman is a beautifully intricate thing to celebrate.  From mundane, to literally picking up catastrophe's like a feather.

In celebration of cramps, periods, childbirth, menopause, hot flashes, prom dress shopper escort, valet, cab drivers, tear wipers, make-shit-happen, chef, cupcake pro's, party planners, handle-shit-in-a-hot-second, grilled cheese maker, whip-something-up right now cook, college planner, budget heartbreaker, patienceofasaintthatidonthave 

Woman hood-- celebrate they say----

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!

womp-womp 

All my peace and love,

And this week, tears. 

For some reason...lots of em.

Happy Friday Eve kids...

xoxo

This Mama Lisa, The sissy-lala