My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.

It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.

Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that's the only way we can keep the tree alive. It's hard and it hurts, but it's what's best.

I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.

Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.

My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.