My most precious picture

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Hey, my lovelies! I don’t know about you but I have so many pictures saved in my phone that I’ve even filled up the memory card I placed in there. Yes, I may have a lot of pictures but I rarely take pics of myself as I’m not a huge selfie person. I see people regularly taking selfies and, when I say regularly, I mean they take multiple pics of themselves every day to the point it’s annoying to me. I get it, there are days where you’re feeling extra cute and want to have a record of it to look back on when you’re having a shitty hair day.

While I may not take a lot of pics of myself, there are pictures with me in them that mean a lot to me. This picture means the world to me because it’s of me and my daughters and everyone is at peace but there’s so much more to the story than this snapshot tells.

Almost 6 years ago, we had to abruptly leave our home, the only home my babies had ever known, the home where they were brought from the hospital and grew up in. This event broke my heart because I felt I had let my babies down even though it was to no fault of my own. For 17 years, I lived in this home, I was comfortable with the space and my belongings but it wasn’t until I left did I realize it was just a house, not a home. I live by the adage A house is built of brick and stone while a home is built on love alone. This is the residence my ex-husband and I moved into when we were expecting our first daughter and started off as a home but life happened and it merely became a house. In the house, there was so much room, my daughters and I rarely spent time together unless it was to eat a meal but that all changed when we moved. I found us a two bedroom/two-bathroom apartment within walking distance of their school and cried when I did the walk-thru because they would no longer have their own rooms and I felt like a failure. My sister reassured me that everything would be okay and they didn’t view me as such but my heart wasn’t listening.

We finally got all of the belongings we opted to keep, I got rid of about 85% of the items in the house as we were starting a new phase of our lives and there really wasn’t enough space. I took this picture after coming home from work, fixing and eating dinner, and then sitting down with the girls to watch some television. This picture means a lot to me because, although I thought moving was a curse, it was actually a blessing as the closer quarters forced us to spend more time together. Having both of my babies snuggled up to me and each other soothed my heart and reassured me everything would be fine.

I may not be a huge selfie taker but I make sure to capture the moments that count the most so I can look back on and feel the warmth from that moment. Y’all be great, my loves!