A Moment

Life is never going to be smooth sailing, but I've learned to roll with the punches.

As I look back on the time I've spent with him, loving him, learning him, I'm grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it's the moments that make life worth living...

some battles aren’t fought with fists, some are fought by just standing up and facing it, facing the truth, learning that what others have done to you doesn’t have to make you who are you. Only you can do that—you have the power to say “enough” and walk away, truly walk away.

So in the end, what is a moment? One action? A single deed? Or is it more? Is a moment like a school of silver fish? The sum of many singular parts forming one cohesive unit? I tend to think so. Because the moment I met Ryan, that was just one of the sum parts.

I’m grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it’s the moments that make life worth living…

Baby, I'm Latina. We make you guys look good. All you have to do is stand there and look pretty.