Is there a God up above? In my opinion, indeed there is. Can it all be luck that God rescued me from a childhood filled with pain? Is it a huge coincidence that I was adopted by a beautiful woman who was the answer to the prayer that I said as a small child? “God, I want a family. I want a Mom to love me.” The love between my Mother and I surpasses any bond that blood could hold. I have formed friendships that have turned into sisterhoods. Sometimes I overlook how rare true friendships are in this ever-changing world. Then, there is love. In my darkest hour, God bought my angel back into my life. He loves me when I am selfish, irrational, crying, and encourages me when I am trying. Our union is not perfect, but every day I pray to God to keep us together. I love him, my REW, always by my side. The breakdowns, the frustrations, we soften each other’s hard times. I am thankful to my God for all of my earthly blessings. With hard work and prayer, I believe anything is possible. I believe it. See it. And I write it. I woke up thankful this morning.