My winning hand

I’m Danahia Hill, momma and wife. I believe I’ve found my purpose in life being both of these and I want to tell the world ALL about it! Hence, the blog.

First momma, then wife. Kenny and I had been dating for about 5 years on and off. We started dating when I was 19-come on we were bound to be on and off-and he was 22 maybe 23, who really remembers? Anyway, we always knew we would get married one day but our sweet baby girl, Lennox came first! I’ll introduce her to you soon.

More about me personally… I am a 26 year old woman with 2 full time gigs. I say gigs because I obviously can’t categorize being a momma under “job”. Although it can be HARD work! I praise, root on & applaud the stay-at-home mommas out there. You go girl! You’re a tough cookie. Working a full time job and being a full time parent presents other challenges however… My daughter cried and reached out for her babysitter when I went to pick her up today. Probably because she spends the majority of her baby life with her. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather her not kick and scream away from her if you know what I mean. It still made my heart explode-just a little.

Next, wife life. I’m not the typical cook, clean, laundry type wife. I was blessed with a husband to do those things-I can see the green in your face from here. He too works a full time job but his hours are what we all dream of. Unless we didn’t ever have to go and still get paid of course. Anyway, being a wife has taught me a couple things. Mainly, I’m always right. Kidding. No, it’s taught me patience and love to a degree that only a lover can get to-ladies, you know what I mean. Seeing my husband as a father has me feeling all tingly inside. He too will be mentioned in many of my posts, which I’m sure he’ll just love.

Something else I want to share with you. It’s kind of necessary for you to know considering it makes up my entire being and has made me into the person I am today. It has taken me my entire 26 years to get comfortable talking about it. Ugh, ok I’ll tell you. I was born without my left hand. There, I said it, it’s out. Whew. It might not sound like a big deal, but I promise it is. For me anyway. I mean, think about it, I grew up in this cruel and judging world different than most. Woe is definitely not me but I did struggle with being insecure. We can get into the nitty gritty details later, it’ll be a major topic of future discussions you can count on it.

Hey, that wasn’t bad. I can get used to this blogging thing. I really can go on and on, especially with a glass of wine in hand. You’re welcome in advance for one of THOSE nights. Until next time peeps!

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