As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

Today, I took a chance on something small…
but it felt huge.

I let myself relive childhood—with my children.
I let go.
I remembered what it felt like when the wind pushes you higher and higher on the swing,
when your stomach flips and your spirit soars.

That feeling of freedom burst through my 33-year-old veins like sunlight.
It was joy—wild, untamed, innocent joy.
It ravaged my spirit in the best way possible and reached the deepest part of me.
The part that has been quiet. Waiting. Watching. Healing.

I felt the smile rise on my face as the breeze rushed past my ears,
my braids flying back with force.
And there she was.

Schanntel.
The girl.
The woman.
The spirit.

Coming forward.
Radiant. Alive.

I watched my children’s red cheeks light up with laughter.
Their brown skin glistening under the afternoon Miami sun.
Their eyes locked on mine, full of life,
reminding me what presence truly feels like.

It was a moment.
A moment I forgot to be in.
But today—I was.

And oh, how sweet it was.