I love me.

Yesterday was my birthday. Last year on my birthday, I dedicated a post to myself, and I think I'll keep this going as a tradition.

I am now 28 years old. I look at my life and though I'm in the midst of changing a few things I have to say I am extremely proud of who I am and where I am.

The odds aren't there for most of us young mothers. Add it up. I was only 20 years old when I had Corbin. Take that and add in congenital heart defects, feeling trapped in a domestic violence situation for six years, then single-motherhood (which is a breeze compared to the previous situation), and autism and life hasn't exactly been easy.

But this isn't meant to be a post that is "woe is me"- it's to celebrate me. I think some people in my situation would shut down but I just don't stop fighting. I have grown so much in the five years I've been a single mom and found strength in myself that I didn't even know was there. I am proud of my family and how my boys are growing up. I am proud of myself for going back to school.

I am feeling great! Life is good.