What's important to me? I keep asking that question. People being comfortable matters to me. A lot. Laughing. Relaxing. Having fun. Seeing my kid smile...all the way up to his eyes. I don't really care if my house is a show place. I don't really care if everyone loves my menu. I don't even care if the party is the talk of all. I just care that each individual that comes feels welcome. At home. Cared about. That the food is satisfying. Maybe fun. I care that people are able to relax. And laugh. And find a place to be comfortable. I care. A lot.
And for years I couldn't rest and let people enjoy. I had to push. But, when I wouldn't, when I would stick to how I wanted it to be....I was ridiculed. By his mom. By his family. By him. And it hurt. Because I care about people.
What's important? That is what I need to focus upon.
blessings.
And for years I couldn't rest and let people enjoy. I had to push. But, when I wouldn't, when I would stick to how I wanted it to be....I was ridiculed. By his mom. By his family. By him. And it hurt. Because I care about people.
What's important? That is what I need to focus upon.
blessings.
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