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To My Three

Sometimes—at my lowest of lows,

when the world is messy and the burdens feel endless—

I find myself asking: Why?

Why bother trying when everything feels like an uphill battle

in the middle of a mudslide?

Why keep putting myself in uncomfortable places

where failure feels inevitable?

Then…

you three come to mind.

My children,

you are the reason I refuse to give up.

Your lives are the most precious thing in the world to me.

I could never imagine doing anything to intentionally hurt you.

I’m not perfect.

I will screw up.

But I promise—I’ll keep learning from those mistakes.

I promise to never stop trying.

You’ve had to endure a lot because of my broken parts.

And I’m sorry.

I’m sorry if my pain ever touched your world.

I’m sorry it’s taking longer than I hoped to “get it right.”

But one thing I never got wrong—

not even once—

is how much I love you.

I see the weight you carry.

I see the pain in your eyes.

And it hurts to know you feel that heaviness.

But I don’t just see sadness.

I see love.

I see kindness.

I see strength I can only hope you got from me.

Through all the chaos,

I hope you felt the love.

I pray you know how deeply, endlessly, completely

I love you.

You saved me from myself.

You gave me purpose when I had none.

Things aren’t perfect.

But I promise—

even when it doesn’t look like it—

I’ve given you my best.

And I’ll keep giving it.

Every day.

For you.

I love you three more than anything.

Thank you for being my reason.