Why marriage was important to me before kids - the second time around.

11:28 PM


I had my first child at 18. I was unmarried, unprepared, and completely oblivious to the real world. Of course at the time I was certain I had it all figured out. I mean, don't we all in our teens? 

So life began. I was 2 and a half years into a mostly stable relationship when I gave birth. There was a beautiful diamond ring on my finger in the hospital while I held my baby girl. Laying in bed a few months prior to that moment he asked me to marry him. There was no big proposal, no ring at the time, just a simple "will you marry me". I'm 7 months pregnant with your kid and kind of expected that question like 6 months ago so yeah, I guess I'll make this life changing decision since we're already tethered for 18 years and all. 
So we were "engaged". We bought the ring together that week. 
But not like adult engaged where you plan a wedding and get to have all the excitement and bridal showers and venue tours. We were in engagement purgatory...which was really more like engagement hell if I'm going to be honest. I remember almost 9 months later fighting pretty viciously over the fact that we needed to either set a date and get married or we needed to separate. That week we set a date. Booked an elopement package and when our daughter was 15 months old we were finally man and wife. We bought a house, planned another kid and life revolved around them. We fought, but that was life. It's pretty much all either of us had known for much of our adolescence and early adulthood. The day that our relationship completely ended is burned into my head. Sitting in the car, I asked why he even married me if he was so unhappy. Then he answered. "You practically forced me to marry you." That stung. Holy shit it hurt so bad. Every time I think about it I'm flooded with so much anger, so much guilt. He was right. I pushed him. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I had nagged him to marry me. It was the "right" thing to do. I dropped hints, looked at rings, and I pushed it to the point where he felt like he has no choice and that it must be as important as i thought it was - even if he wasn't ready. Now I'd be lying if I said it was all bad. There were a lot of really great times, amazing times. Some of the happiest times of my life were sprinkled in with some of the absolute worst. Of course we loved each other, and definitely still do - like family. But I don't know if we ever quite loved each other like spouses. That night I threw my beautiful diamond ring at him and it never returned to my finger. 

I moved on. 

For the first time in my life I dated as a woman. Which is far different than dating as a teenager, I might add. You have a better idea of yourself, an idea of relationships, and I had a very clear idea of how I DIDN'T want to be treated. I never wanted another man to feel like he was forced into loving me. That was easy when I met someone who was so in love with me that it left me more baffled than anything. He saw things I didn't see. He loved parts of me that I had been told were terrible. He just genuinely loved me. It was so different, not that I hadn't been in love before. My first love was incredible, incomparable even, it was all the beautiful things that puppy love is made of. But as people grow older and change, sometimes the people they become are just too different to make it work. That was exactly what had happened with my first marriage. We simply changed and neither of us knew how to fix that. Here was someone who loved me just as I was - not 15 year old me. We laughed so much together. I don't think we have ever stopped talking, actually. A far cry from the silent dinners of my past. 

He had no children and I was in my early 20s with 2. I honestly thought I was done having kids. I remember nervously asking if he'd be okay with the fact that I didn't want anymore, and although I knew in my heart that that was totally unfair to him, he simply kissed my forehead and told me he completely understood and that I was enough for him. 

I mean really. Was this reality? I had lived a life completely built on the pillars of kids holding a marriage together and here's someone who wanted a life with me...just because he loved me. 

Hello, new concept. 

At our first lunch "date" he told me "in 3 years, I'm going to marry you." I thought he was out of his mind. As our relationship progressed we casually looked at rings together, picked out a song we may one day dance to but that was all In passing. We just loved each other. No real pressure, no expectations, just us living and falling in love. 

2 years and 3 months after we met:
I remember the car ride in the dark. I was cranky, it was chilly and I was embarrassingly angry we didn't have dinner reservations. We took a weird route in the opposite direction that all the places I'd like to be were and we sat in silence. Because I'm a spoiled brat. I could smell food in the car - but wasn't really in the mood for a late night picnic. I contemplated if maybe he was going to kill me and leave me in the woods - because you know I still wasn't convinced he wasn't a serial killer because he liked me way more than a sane man would. 
He made me close my eyes and he parked the truck and helped me out. I held his hand as I stumbled blindly until he stopped walking. My heart was pounding - this was out of my comfort zone for sure. I remember holding his hand so tightly...he had become my security blanket. When he told me to open my eyes I was in a bit of shock. He was on one knee with a box in his hand. I had been expecting this moment off and on for the last month but I was still so surprised. 

He wanted me. Not because he felt like it was the right thing to do, not because I was pregnant (because obviously I wasn't), not because I had endlessly nagged. He wanted me because he loved me that much. Enough to make me his wife, no strings attached. If anything he got the more complicated end by not only marrying me, but taking on a huge role in my children's life. It was in that moment I knew without a doubt that this is exactly how life is supposed to go. I was so grateful for the simplicity of it. 

So I said yes to marrying him. Not because I felt pressured or because my family thought I should, but because I wanted him to be the other half of me. 

Later, we both said yes to becoming parents together, because we both wanted so desperately to add to our existing family. 

Every time we have a disagreement we both say yes to loving each other a little more, because our relationship was based on that effortless love from each other. The love that was never pressured or dependent on other things. Just bare bone commitment. 

So for me, it was incredibly important that I find someone who wanted just me. Someone who wanted to take time to commit, and love me just as I was before creating life together. Babies are so beautiful and are ALWAYS a blessing, but I knew from experience how easily your love for your children can make you turn a blind eye on your relationship. I didn't want my girls to think that fighting and name calling was normal, It wasn't fair to anyone to be in a marriage "for the kids". So I took my second chance, and we did it in the more traditional order (despite its less than traditional start). It's only been 4 years but my heart is so full. Ups, downs and everything in between, our love has kept us unapologetically tied together. It was worth the reset. 


Making resolutions that matter.

11:09 AM

Hello 2016,


It's easy to make the same resolutions every year, and stick with them for a few months then forget about them, reach them then fall off, or just plain give up. For the last few years I have used a certain base list to help me make resolutions for the next year and it has helped me grow so much as a person, a wife, a mother, and helped me love myself more. I thought maybe today would be a good time to share the motions I go through for this, in case you too would like to make a list :)

Firstly, I want to go into 2016 with an open mind. I know that no matter what goals I set, that life happens and that's okay. My list consists of 10 categories to hit all the major parts of my life and can of course be changed out to better fit anyone's lifestyle! I just find it helps keep me responsible for all the various elements of this crazy life. I would love to hear you goals for 2016! This one of my favorite parts of the New a year. The freshness, the clean slate, the chance to constantly learn from the past to improve the future ❤️

1. Set a goal for self growth: 
In 2016 I would like to be more true to myself. I spent a lot of time this last year putting on a face that just wasn't me for other photographers. I want to accept that I'm just not that stereotypical norm. I'm not soft spoken, and I have opinions that I feel very strongly about. I am by no means a bad person but I refuse to go into 2016 walking on egg shells to be accepted. I will unapologetically be me. I will love the friends I have more for loving me as I am, and it won't hurt my feelings when I'm not someone's cup of tea. As long as I stay true to myself, and stay on a path of ultimate kindness, even if rough around the edges sometimes then I figure I'm doing just fine. 

2. Set a goal to give back:
Just like every year (except this year because I was busy with the baby) I will challenge myself to give back to the community. Generally I try to do 3 but if I can fulfill just 2 volunteer opportunities in 2016 I will be elated. 

3. Set a goal for your health:
This year I would love to cut out sodas again, and get back on a semi-normal fitness schedule. 

4. Set a travel goal:
This year I am going to see the Orca whale pods in Washington before they migrate south. This has been like a 3 year passive goal but I'm making it list official this year so I'm going to make that happen! 

5. Set a knowledge goal: 
This year I would really like to study the bible more in depth. 

6. Set a business goal:
To keep on keeping on! I'd really like to get the studio totally redone and have it self sustaining without newborns. 

7. Set a family goal:
2 family vacations (or staycations). From 5 to 6. 

8. Set a relationship goal: 
Stick to at least one kid free date a month, to remind us that there's more to discuss than diapers and what's going on at the school. 

9. Set a friend goal:
To continue to have authentic friendships and treat them with the same consideration and compassion that I want to be treated with! So grateful for this one and really want to stick to it. 

10. Any random tid-bits or after thoughts:
-I want to take more photos of the kids. This will be my second year of this goal so I'd like to do better this time and continue to print them. 

I try to keep it simple and things I can easily incorporate that I feel can help me grow but obviously there's no wrong way to try to work on you :) I would love to see your lists! ❤️ feel free to post them in the comments. 

Happy New Years! 
Kayla 




Raising Them to be More Than Just Ladies

4:06 PM

Road trips are so terrific. I have had far too much time alone with my thoughts...and Adele. Anyway, life....


So, my Mom was an incredibly sweet woman. She wasn't perfect, she wasn't successful, she wasn't the most graceful, but God bless her she had such a kind heart. She cared so much about people and growing up we were taught to care, and to help. She lit a fire for compassion in my soul and to this day it still burns so strong that occasionally it aches. I don't see things like a normal person, I have a horrible habit of seeing things from the most human point possible and that is something I sincerely hope my children learn from, because I feel like it helps keep me grounded. I'm not sure what exactly my Mother wanted for me in life but now that I have children myself I can only imagine. I'm not sure if I would have met her hopes, probably not to the fullest but I'd like to think I've made a good run of it but that was never for her...or for me, it's for my girls. 

I think it's natural for a parent to want their children to accomplish more than them, but with that I feel like it's important as a Mom that I set a bar. I want to live life in a way that I would want my daughters to. I refuse to love a man that I would not want them to love. I refuse to settle for  monotony because I want them to taste life. I refuse to have a heart filled with hate because I so desperately want them to have kind, compassionate souls. I want them to have every chance in the world to follow their dreams with an immense amount of support, but I want to have brought them up to make well balanced decisions about their futures because it is so incredibly important that they keep their feet on the ground, even with their heads in the clouds. 

I see people all the time who have kids and then pour themselves into school work and give up all their dreams so they can help mold the dreams of their children. A noble gesture but from the other side of it I honestly wish I could have watched my mother love herself more. I wish I  could have seen the excitement in her eyes as she chased anything other than my brother and I with passion. 

My mother taught me to love, and the hints of my Father I have taught me to live. I want my girls to look back and love me for how much I loved living. I want them to love life like that and more. I want to set an example and I want to hold their hands as long as I can. I'm raising little ladies, yes. But, I'm also raising so much more than that. I'm raising girls that I want to take on the world head first, girls I've taught to love unconditionally, to enjoy life's little adventures, girls that love learning for more reasons than passing standardized tests, girls that will never settle for less than everything this world has to offer. I hope you fly so much higher than me, learn so much more, and thoroughly make the best difference you can. I want nothing more than to raise you the best way I can, and to eventually let you out in the world and feel mostly sure I did okay. 

So remember when you're busy raising them up and dreading releasing them into this "scary" world that there is so much more beyond the surface. Raise your children not only to thrive in the world we're living in, raise children that can change it to the world they deserve.

With Love. 

An Open Letter to the Man I Married:

7:33 AM


I'm writing this a few days ahead of time because I'm sure right now I'm jet lagged, exhausted, and don't remember what I even had for dinner last night. But first off, Happy Anniversary. 

When I was younger I felt like time went by painfully slowly. I remember feeling like years were decades, and weeks were months. Now today it's the complete opposite. Time goes by too fast. The kids are growing up too fast, the weeks pass before I even know it, and those slow moments alone that we enjoyed together just 3 years ago seem to fly by now. I so often wish to just slow the clock. I wish for longer mornings cuddled up in bed, not saying a word and just feeling your arms around me. I wish for longer car rides so that we can sing, and laugh, talk about now, the future, and everything in between. I long for evenings that never end, watching the 4th season of a show we started less than a week ago, my feet sprawled out across you while irritating you with my 1million questions that all are answered by the show 10 seconds later...every. Single. Time. I had no idea time could go by so quickly until I married you. I'm not complaining, they say time flys when you're having fun, I just never expected it to mean something so bittersweet. 

I can remember several years ago before we were engaged, we were shooting a wedding and getting things set up. You were at the alter looking at something and I walked in and I don't think I ever told you, but seeing you up there just made my heart fall to the floor. In that moment I was sucked into a different reality and you were waiting there for me. It was the sweetest day dream. Then two years ago we made that a reality. In the scheme of things it really does feel like we've only been married a short time, because hopefully we have. I would love at least 60 more anniversaries with you, no pressure or anything. 

But in these 2 years I've learned a lot. I've learned a lot about myself, about you, and more importantly I've learned a lot about marriage. Despite the bit of practice I've had I'm definitely not MVP material, but I'm trying. There are times I want to strangle the life out of you...literally...but then I remember wise words my grandmother once told me (totally worth jotting down) 

She told me that anytime she gets frustrated with my Pawpaw she just imagines how much worse it would be if he wasn't there to be mad at. 

Your mother told me a similar thing when I was feeling pretty frustrated one day with snoring. It would be so much worse to be in that bed alone. 

Wise, wise women. Little things like that really help me keep things in perspective. It reminds me that I didn't marry you because I expected perfection, I married you because no matter how bad a situation is, it will always be slightly better because we're in it together. I've learned a lot about compromise, I've learned to embrace things I cannot change, above all that I have learned just how important faith is. There are things about you that I've learned to love so much more. Your sense of humor, your intelligence, things that once may have irritated me I completely embrace because it's a part of who you are. Like your hard headedness. I've gotten to watch you grow as a husband, I've held your hand as you were ushered into the gates of fatherhood. I have been in awe of your strength and dedication, your patience (which makes sense since you've had to have enough for both of us.) You just never fail to amaze me. 

Which leads me to the reasons I love you just that much more...it's more than you being the person you are, it's who you are FOR me. I have never in my life had someone have as much faith in me as you do. No matter what venture I'm wanting to explore next, or no matter how silly or set up for failure it is you're right there cheering me on, pushing me to do better. You always have my back, even when I'm wrong. I have never had someone love me so wholeheartedly, I have done plenty of things undeserving of your love and instead of tearing me down for it you held me closer. You reminded me that I was on a journey, trying to get away from the person I was and you never let go of my hand throughout that, even when I pretty much tried to figuratively chew my own arm off. You'll never fully understand how much that means to me, I love you so much deeper for never giving up on me. I know on our wedding day I was an air head and totally left my vows a mile down the road but I wanted to share them with you here because I still mean every word of them the same, if not more:

"Eric Dale Hatch, since the day we met you have been my best friend, my shared sense of humor, and a shoulder to lean on. I vow to always appreciate you and remember how lucky I am to have such a caring and compassionate partner. I vow to love you through all obstacles in life and realize that faith, and teamwork are just as important as understanding, and that together there is no problem too big just as there is no moment too small. I vow to love you all the days of my life, because you are my other half, my love, my life, and my forever."


I realize that things aren't always perfect, because this is real life and no person or situation goes without fault but I love you for all of that. Everything we are, just as much as everything we are not. Thank you for being part of my life, for loving me the way you do. I can honestly say that this is everything I've ever wanted in a marriage and life partner. You balance me out, and through all the tough times, and amazing ones there is no one else I'd rather spend my life with. I'd rather have a few bad days with you than a million okay ones with anyone else. 

Happy Anniversary, love. Here's to a million more. 

With Love From Kayla. 





"I want you so bad, I'll go back on the things I believe."

8:25 PM

It's dark. The radio is low, playing familiar sounds...words that resonate with my soul. 


Words that take me back. Back to lying in bed, waiting for my phone to vibrate with a friendly text...one I shouldn't have been waiting on. But I did. Every single night. Words that remind me exactly how much a heart can ache. Words that remind me what it felt like to feel trapped. 

Words that remind me how much that it hurt.
Wanting someone so bad. 

Words that remind me how much I hurt someone else. 

It's always been such a bitter-sweet thing - how I got to where I am. 

Part of me is kind of sick at the thought of it. The thought of breaking someone else's heart despite the fact that mine was in pieces already. I've never been a fan of letting anyone down, no matter how bad they hurt me. 

Then I look at the hand I'm holding...give it a gentle squeeze and feel our fingers intertwine a little tighter and my heart feels so right. I remember laying there alone, cold and wanting nothing more than to feel his hands. To kiss his lips. To feel his arms around me.

It was wrong. So wrong. But, it's what I wanted. The funny thing about emotions is they can be so confusing, so conflicting, so terrifying. But sometimes your heart knows exactly what it's doing. There was a reason I felt so empty and alone, there was a reason my hands felt so lost, there was a reason that I laid awake and waited on those simple texts until my heavy eyes couldn't anymore. 

There was a reason I felt like I needed him. 

I found a piece of me that I never knew that I was missing. Someone that from the moment I met I couldn't stand going a day without. I found someone that I not only loved, but I honestly needed. Someone who made me feel better...made me feel whole. 

Taking that leap was terrifying. I risked everything. I left all that I had ever known and went against lots of really sound advice. But looking at him now, sitting next to me, content, squeezing my hand...I know that it was right. That he was worth risking everything for. 

So tonight when I hear: 

"Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me, 'cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe, there I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.."

I can smile. I can breathe it all in, because in these moments I think about how badly I wanted this, I wanted him... and it makes my heart ache, but in the most fulfilled way possible. Here's to the best "mistake" I ever made. 4 years later and I am still just as in love with him as I was those nights. 


"I'd have changed a lot of things...starting with me."

10:26 PM

2013 was a great year. I did a lot. I volunteered a bunch, I spent a ton of time with my awesome friends, I married a man I adored, we started the process of having a baby. It was just an awesome year all around - especially spiritually. I had such a fire in my heart for God. I was so incredibly in love with my Savior, so grateful to be walking in his favor - so hungry for his word. I was notably a much better person all around because of it. The way that my faith breathed life into me was hands down the most intoxicating thing I've ever experienced. To be the daughter of a King, and treated like royalty....there is nothing equal. I would seriously witness to people on a weekly basis, sometimes several times a week. I was just drowning in it. I was on fire. It was a magnificent mix of things. 


Then slowly the darkness crept in. I let that happen and I feel like such an idiot for it. I found myself being more negative about life. Feeling like things were going all wrong and I deserved every bit of it, and that I was being betrayed by life all at the same time. Not once did I blame God, I knew it was my fault but it was easier to sulk than it was to ask God, my Father, to help me. To lay it ALL on him. I've always maintained that my life was in his hands through every bump I've had in the last year. I always knew he'd come through and life would be better. I always had that base line of faith but it was so weighed down with the negativity of the life around me. I had people reaching out to ME through Christ and I thanked them for their kindness and despite knowing what I needed to do I proceeded on at that baseline faith. Every now and then I'd feel myself getting close to what I can only assume is rock bottom and I wanted to hit it so bad. I knew eventually I was going to get that need and that hunger back, I just needed to hit that point of starvation. That point where theres no selfish pride left. 

I'm there. Today I looked at my husband and I told him that I finally realize how addicted to my phone I am. How it is hindering my relationship with everyone, God included. My kids can repeat my name 100 times until I look at them and put it down, my Grandma can make a remark about it and I'll put it down threw dinner but God sits back patiently...silently. I am using all of my free time to get sucked into the negativity which is the internet. The ease of sharing a bad experience or getting caught up reading or responding to pointless drama. All that wasted time. I could do so much with time I spend saying things that mean nothing to anyone and are honestly a waste of my time along with just adding negativity to the pool and wasting others time. I realized today just how parasitic and toxic friendships were I had last year. How they slowly chipped away at my faith as I dedicated myself to them and slowly left my Savior in the shadows. People so full of hate and I was so blinded by my kind heart that I thought that God had placed them in my life. Oops. Wrong there. I feel so foolish that I thought that negative people could in any way be appropriate to have along my walk. Yes I could witness to them, plant seeds...but walking hand in hand just turned out to be corrosive to me all around. As a person and a Christian. 

I have spent a lot of time recently just feeling like I need a change but not knowing exactly what. Now I know. I know what's holding me back, what's hindering my time and what helped break me down from a woman that I had worked SO hard to become. The devil really is in the details. 

I am in tears as I write this. My heart is so heavy. I feel guilt for letting it get this far. I'm ashamed of my pride, of trying to justify my attitude. I can't believe I let so much work slip through my fingers. I constantly tell Eric how God is working on me. Giving me mercy when I don't deserve it. Molding me into a better person any way I let him. I have been sheepish in my faith, I've let others drive me away from it. But I am done with life as it is. Done with scraping by on baseline faith. I want to be so on fire for God again, I can feel it building in my chest and I am just thirsty for it. Through Christ I was, and again will be, a better Wife, a better Mother and an all around better person.  It's going to be tough but I'm going to have to limit distractions,  stop wasting my time on things and people that may pull me back down. I want to be as alive as I feel. 

So today I'm going to change a lot of things, starting with me. Today I'm not only just handing over my life to God anymore, but I am once again giving him all of ME. 

With love, 
Kayla. 

Life as it is, Grateful and Unapologetic.

6:06 PM

I am a social person. I love being around people, meeting people, entertaining people, my girls...random girls in bathrooms after a few drinks. Its just who I am. Not that anyone would probably guess that since I feel like I've been a recluse since September; not that I haven't had my reasons. I feel like I seriously spent the Fall in a fog. So much changed at the end of the year...I toughed through it with a smile, I suppose I still am a bit. I feel a lot better now that I feel more like myself than I did. I still haven't quite gotten over my hump and got back to being my social self but I want to explain why....

Every single pregnancy, birth and baby is a new experience. Its terrifying, its unpredictable, and its exhausting. With Adi I had this idea in my head of how I wanted things to be during and after delivery and it just didn't happen because of things beyond my control - like her being rushed to the nicu and me not getting to hold her skin to skin for hours. It broke my heart. With Kadie I had no idea what I wanted or what I needed so with Adi I had planned it all to a "T" in my head...and it just crumbled. After getting her home I was able to get back to the root of what I wanted with breastfeeding and bonding with her as a fresh newborn in the ways I missed with Kadie. When I got pregnant this time I knew what I wanted from the beginning and yet again I had expectations for my pregnancy, birth, and first few weeks. Everything started out beautifully, I was in amazing shape and stayed active right up until the problems started. While I know it could have been worse, it was not the active, perfect pregnancy I anticipated for my last. But that was okay, the baby was healthy and I was under the care of an amazing team and I stayed pregnant up to our ideal goal! My labor was mostly as planned, I opted for an epidural before they started pitocin (I wanted an unmedicated birth) to keep my labor from stalling again but I wouldn't have changed a second of it. My labor and delivery was so enjoyable, the labor went fast and I didn't feel an ounce of pain up until pushing time which lasted...are you ready for this? FIVE MINUTES. I went from 5cms to 10 in less than an hour and then had to keep myself from pushing as the doctor made her way to us, which was very quick luckily. As soon as he was out he was placed on my chest all gooey and crying with a shivering bottom lip and it was amazing. I really had missed out on that with the girls. If you haven't had kids or plan to have more do not skip that if you have the option. There is seriously nothing like that moment and he latched pretty good really quickly.

We were off to the start I wanted.

This is where things get a bit sticky, and not just because the gooey baby on me :)
I started ignoring texts. I honestly just wanted to be there in that moment...and the next several with close family and my husband who had been a champ throughout the entire ordeal. I was tired, drowning in emotions and I just wanted to "be". I was overwhelmed with love from my friends, and I was so lucky to be getting so much support and so many people so eager to meet our new addition. But what I needed then and the next several days was to bond and absorb. I knew how important that was and I didn't want to rob myself of it. I wanted to get a good breastfeeding schedule, I wanted to cuddle, to kiss toes and to get to know Finn myself. It was just yesterday, a week after delivery, that I began to reply to people. I had been wiped out, sore, preoccupied and just all around needed time for me.

I am so lucky that so many of my friends understood this, that it wasn't them and that I just needed time. I can definitely say that I am not sorry for it. If you're a Mom or Mom-to-be I want to make something really clear: NEVER apologize for putting bonding first. That is time you don't get twice and the baby will still be just as cute a week later or whenever you feel up to getting back into a social groove. Don't feel bad about it. Don't let anyone make you think you're being selfish. Selfish is assuming that someone who just went through a major life changing event is up to entertaining a parading a baby around to hands that you are eyeballing to make sure are sanitized. You need to move at your own pace.

I can happily say that our first week home has been wonderful. Despite 2 long nights we have managed to sleep, we gladly put our phones down and cuddled together - all three of us. We smiled at the kind messages we received, are grateful for amazing grandparents (and great) that have been such a huge help, and I am glad we didn't let ourselves become overwhelmed. We are finally back on track, picking up where we left off in November and I don't think I would change any of it. Its going to be a while before I am back to where I want to be in many different ways but I can't help but smile because it feels amazing with life just as it is right now. I know that things will go back to "normal" so I am not rushing anything because I know that I won't get this time back, there aren't do overs so its silly to not find the best in every moment and embrace it.

With Love,
Kayla.


     



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