I’m not perfect. My hair doesn’t always stay in place & I spill things a lot. I’m pretty clumsy & sometimes I have a broken heart. My son may be my laughter and demise, but he is also my number one prize. My friends & I sometimes fight & maybe some days nothing goes right, But when I think about it & take a step back… I remember how amazing life truly is & that maybe, Just maybe, I like being… Unperfect.