I used to chase

 I used to chase the kind of life that looked good to everyone else.

The busy kind.
The one with the plans and the noise and the shiny little distractions.

But none of that ever felt like mine.

What feels like mine is this:
my baby on my hip,
my feet in the dirt,
my garden growing wild,
my home soft and quiet.

The life I used to dream about?
It’s not the money it’s not the full calendar.
It’s in these slow, sacred days where my heart finally feels at peace.
Where love doesn’t have to be loud to be real.

I don’t need more.
Just this.
Just us.
Just home.