I admire your strengths and love you for your weaknesses.
It’s a good point in my life when I can look at the women I am surrounded by and see, among other remarkable attributes, the commonality of strength.
They are survivors.
At one point or another, they have been tested; some acts more unbearable than others, but none any less to learn from.
I know they can’t be strong at every given moment, so even during the quiet times of vulnerability, I still accept every bit about ‘em.
Thank you for being in my life.