I met my younger self for coffee

I had a white chocolate mocha

She had a strawberry lemonade

I had on an oversized button down, leggings, and dunks

She had on too tight jeans, a baby tee, relaxed hair with bangs

She’s confused about her future, chasing a love that will never fulfill her

I tell her to trust her gut and never settle for anything less than what she deserves

She longs to feel the love she never got; wanting to feel acknowledged and enough

She’s nervous and shy, but eager to know how things are with us now

I tell her not to worry, the blessings out weigh the struggles

I tell her she’s a mom now, and that those twins will save her life

She smiles gently, feeling a bit more secure

I can’t tell her the pain that’s to come, and all that she’ll endure

“You’re stronger than you think. You’ll overcome so much…

Just remember: You are loved and you are chosen”

A sudden sense of confidence wraps her up, filling a bit of the void she carries around

She looks up and away, and back at me with eager eyes

I can’t wait to hear more, maybe one day we can meet for lunch.

We’ll meet again one day. And I’ll fill you in again

For now hold tight…the rest of your story is about to begin.