Today, I've officially been 32 years old for 32 days. Since I'm big on numbers, their significance, and paying attention to them in the world . . . I'm digging 32. As an exercise of introspection, here are thirty-two lessons I've collected over my more than three decades of living.
When I first saw the event page for this march on Facebook, I knew I had to be there. Rallying, supporting and forming unique voices into harmonious chords for the bettering of issues in common is a big part of the social and political fabric of our country; past and future. The first March for Black Women Houston was held on March 3rd, 2018.
Our little fellas run around in circles laughing at each other for no reason at all. It is very evident that they are kids. There are a few things that I do want to instill in them early, by teaching them now and reminding them often. One of those lessons, one of the biggest ones, is for them to know unquestionably that they are loved.
My husband and I recently celebrated our eighth anniversary. The day of, we woke up late enjoyed a leisurely breakfast date, walked around the mall and otherwise enjoyed being sans kids for a few hours. That weekend we took the laid-back, kid-free fun on the road with a quick getaway to Galveston island. See where we stayed, what we ate, and why we will be back soon.