There's beauty, a peace
in discovering
tiny steps

Satisfaction in the small goals,
the close goalposts
the list of checkmarks

There is peace
In lowering the expectations
but not the goal
In lessening the pressure, the blame, that
cycle of shame
So that even if the speed slows,
it never fully stops moving

Progress
Healing
is not linear

Tiny steps
That never quit
Will overcome every setback,
Every rewind,
Every mistake
Tiny steps are what keep us moving
And faith is what takes us to the end.

Isn’t there such a thrill
in knowing
I don’t have to listen to anyone
or do what they say
including myself?
“Stay in bed!” I say
“Lie down, sleep, and only sleep-“
and yet
here I am.

So here we are on year number eight,
It feels like yesterday, when we started to date.
Through high-school, university and more,
I can't wait to see what the future has in store.
You are my rock that keeps me stable,
And the sunshine that keeps me bright,
Here is to eight more years,
Of nothing but pure delight.

Here in my arms
The world stops spinning,
Here in my arms.
Small breaths, tiny nose
Here in my arms
Thinking of who you will be
Here in my arms,
My small cradled everything,
Here in my arms.

Once you gave me

wings to fly,

told me I could

touch the sky.

Why everything

changed so much?

Why did you

burn my wings,

brought me back

down to your knees?

is it wrong to miss you?
cause the thought of you
has me wanting more.

can i be selfish
and have all your time?
you could be selfish
and have all of mine.

is it wrong to miss you
to want you by my side.