I think part of me had been waiting for a witness.

Someone to notice the distance between where I came from and what I created. Someone to say, I see how hard you worked. I see what you changed. I see what you gave your children that you never had.

But eventually I realized something:

I was there for every mile of it.

I know the effort. I know the love. I know what it cost me to build differently.

I can enjoy being recognized without requiring recognition to know my worth.

I saw me.

I used to think I wanted to be the most talented person in the room because I was competitive. The deeper truth was harder to admit: ordinary me didn’t always feel safe enough. Somewhere along the way, I learned to believe that if I could become useful enough, impressive enough, hardworking enough, creative enough, maybe I would become harder to leave. But love was never supposed to be a performance review. I am learning that I don’t have to become extraordinary to be worthy of ordinary love.