There was a time where I didn't even know what to dream for. I teetered on the edge of settling for just-okay, and I'm so (sooo) glad God stepped in. He had a bigger plan waiting for me. Spoiler alert: He usually does.
My mom loved books and she passed that love down to me, who I in turn passed it down to my daughter who is passing it down to her children. My mom also liked to write. She made special notebooks of words. One was on every color there is, with its description, hand typed, as my mother loved to do.