And let me tell you, I'm not sure I could get through my days without her. I am so proud and thankful she sought me out as a friend. This girl, my Care Bear, is such a true angel. Such a blessing. One of those people who gives you every single thing she has, every single part of herself without asking a single thing in return. She gives until she's beaten herself down and she needs prayer to get her back up. I wish she would stop short of that because I love her and I hate to see her break or to see her kindness betrayed and it brings out all the shootiness Irish Rage in me, but she wouldn't be who she is if she didn't give it all and I wouldn't have her any other way. But she's a prayer warrior, and as such, she's gathered a circle of warriors around her. We protect her when we can.
We don't always agree on everything. But we agree on the things that matter. That family comes first. And that family isn't always who you think it is. We believe in MAMAHOOD, not just being a "mother". We believe in kindness, generosity, manners, education, and love. Just love.
So if I had to do it all again...all the trauma, all the pain and the betrayal and backstabbing and hurt, I would. Because in the end? I won. I got my Care Bear out of the deal.