Breathe With Me Becka Mack Quotes

Good friends will take the weight off your shoulders and put it on theirs without needing to be asked, just to help you breathe.

She’s like…waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

Breathe, baby. Breathe with me. Because I can’t breathe without you.

I remind myself that she’s a galaxy, and I’m just the moon lucky enough to be in her orbit. She holds my whole universe in her skies.

Hope, in the face of infertility, is by far the most exhausting, isolating, soul-crushing emotion I have ever, ever felt.

I was unstoppable before them. With them, I’m indestructible.

There are so many things I’m grateful for, but at the end of the day, what I wish everybody had in life is their own Cara. I am who I am because you are who you are, and because you love the way you love. Thank you, Cara.

my worth has never, not once, and no matter how much I believed it to be, been tied to my ability to reproduce. My body is a temple. My heart is good and full. My brain is powerful and magnificent. And me? I am fierce. Capable. Worthy.

Lily twines her fingers with mine, chin on my stomach as she grins up at me. “We’re havin’ a mental health day, Auntie Cara. All of us, together.

Just because I love you, and you’re my bestest friends in the whole wide stinkin’ world. I’m so lucky to be your Abel.

Emmett let me snuggle with him in bed. We looked at pictures of you

My, you’re eager. Aren’t you going to ask my name first?” “Nah. Already know it.” With a perfect, wide grin, Emmett Brodie deposits his phone into my hand. It’s opened to the New Contact page, except the name field has already been filled out. Mrs. Brodie.

Jaxon is . . . living. Fresh air. An endless sky dotted with possibilities. He’s the deep breath before a scary step, the thundering of your pulse as you close your eyes and jump. He’s life beyond four suffocating walls, where stepping outside is like seeing in color for the first time.

Hi, Abel,” I say with a smile. He twists back and forth, playing with his teddy, gaze bouncing between me and the bookshelves. “I was just picking a book to read,” I tell him. “Do you think you could help me?” He nods, inching by me, fingers drifting over the books before he selects Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. “One of my favorites.” I stand, looking at the couch. “Do you want to read it with me?” Another nod, and then he steps forward and … tucks his hand into mine.

She’s like … waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

There are no words. She’s like… waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

She's the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with colour, and everything smells new and fresh. She's the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air.

I’ve been so afraid. To let go, let someone in, give them that kind of power over me. The kind of power where you walk knowingly to the edge of the cliff, stare down at all the possibilities waiting below, a chance at a future, a home, or another person who changes their mind. Both scary, and yet you look over the edge, and something tells you to do it, to give it a chance, so you do. You take a deep breath, let go, and fall.

My breath coats her neck, and her skin dots with goose bumps when I ask, “Cold?” She spins so quickly she stumbles backward, tripping over a stool when our gazes lock. She reaches out to me, eyes wide with fear, and I lurch forward, catching her with an arm around her waist. She peers up at me, her fingers wrapping around my forearms, clutching me tightly as her chest rises rapidly. I’m not ready to have my ass handed to me just yet so I’ll keep my observations on how she reacts to me to myself. I do enjoy the show though.

She’s like…waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right. “She’s just…she’s just…

Amusement gleams in his eyes. His face dips, breath touching the exposed skin where my shoulder meets my neck as he murmurs, “I wouldn’t dream of rushing you. All I wanna do is take my time with you, Olivia.

I lay my cheek on his chest and breathe deeply. “I like your fireplaces. All seven of them.” Carter chuckles, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I want you to be warm, Ollie. That’s all. I’m sorry I made you feel bad.” He twists us back and forth. “Plus, I’m gonna snuggle the shit outta you tonight and I run hot, so you won’t need all these clothes anyway.” “You’re staying over?” His expression says duh but his mouth says, “All I wanna do is fuck you into tomorrow and fall asleep with my girlfriend in my arms.

She’s like…waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right. “She’s just…she’s just…” “Perfection,” Hank finishes quietly.

She doesn't knock the air from my lungs when she walks into a room; she breathes the life back into me.

She doesn’t knock the air from my lungs when she walks into a room; she breathes the life back into me. If she’s the flower blooming after the harshest winter, I’m the spring.

I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told Olivia. You are not a man who would intentionally betray someone’s trust, someone who loves him, who he loves without a shadow of a doubt.” He twists in my direction. “You wouldn’t hurt that girl if your life depended on it. She’s your whole world. Not hockey. Not that cup sitting pretty in your house right now, the one you’ve been working toward your whole life. Olivia. That girl. She’s your world and she has been right from the beginning. If you took your last breath right now, your final words would be—” “A declaration of how much I love her.

She’s like… waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right. “She’s just… she’s just…” “Perfection,” Hank finishes quietly.

She’s like … waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right. “She’s just … she’s just …” “Perfection,” Hank finishes quietly. Utter fucking perfection. And she’s all mine.

I’ve been searching my entire life for these people, for this kind of love, and I didn’t just find it in one person; I found it in a whole group of them. Surrounding myself with their love is like coming up for air at the last moment, having life breathed back into you.

And those hips—fuck me, those hips. Wide and full, leading up to a teensy waist and down to a stellar, round ass. All I want to do is grab hold of those hips, burn my fingerprints right into them as I pin her to the mattress and drive inside of her, watching her fight to breathe as my name leaves her lips.

you to do it, to give it a chance, so you do. You take a deep breath, let go, and fall. But I don’t want to fall alone. I want her to fall with me.

Lennon is mine. My best friend, the hand in mine, the weight lifted off my chest. She’s the sunrise when I spent too many years in the dark, and breathing easier for the first time since I was a kid.

No mountain is too high.” “For you, Emmett? For you, I’d climb every mountain.” She

That’s why my Cara is not a dinosaur.

It’s her or nothing, and it has been since the first night I saw her. And I … I’m not sure I even want a baby if it means potentially losing her.

Emmett Brodie, at your service, my queen.

C’mon, Mrs. Brodie. The quicker we get through the formalities, the quicker we get to the fun stuff, like my ring on your finger and you in my bed for the rest of our lives.

Why doesn’t my body work?” A single tear escapes with that one, peeling its way down my cheek. I swat it away, furious at myself. “What am I doing wrong?

I need you to hear me, Cara. You. Are. Worthy. You are enough. Fertility is not a badge of honor. Your ability to grow a human does not, even for one second, determine your worth. Your desire to bring a child into this world, to raise them right and love them every moment of their life, through the easy stuff and all the hard, impossible things, the love you have for them already, when they’re only a soul you don’t know yet, that is what makes you worthy of being a mother. And you are so damn worthy, Cara. You are worthy of every single good thing you have in this life, and all the things you desire. You are worthy of the love you found in Emmett, the love he showers you with day in and day out.

My, you're eager. Aren't you going to ask my name first? Nah. Already know it. 'Mrs. Brodie

C'mon Mrs. Brodies. The quicker we get through the formalities, the quicker we get to the fun stuff, like my ring on your finger and you in my bed for the rest of our lives.

C'mon Mrs. Brodie. The quicker we get through the formalities, the quicker we get to the fun stuff, like my ring on your finger and you in my bed for the rest of our lives.

At least 75% of the men I talk to have me thinking: Really? You were the fastest sperm?

Why do those people get to have kids? Why are people like that entrusted with such a precious gift

He nods, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his cheek into my hip. When Emmett and I take a seat on the blankets, he climbs in the middle, snuggling up between us. “This is my favorite,” he says with a happy sigh. “Fireworks?” Emmett asks. “You,” Abel answers.

I don’t know how to fix his hurt, because I’m drowning in my own. I don’t know how to love him through this, because I don’t … I don’t know how to love myself through this.

I hate this fucking body, for not working properly. I hate my fucking brain, every thought in my head that reminds me I’m a failure. I hate the jealousy, the way it makes me burn with rage to see everyone else get what we want so badly without having to go through even an ounce of the pain we do. I hate that I want people to feel the same pain.” Her fists tighten in her hair as she spins away. “God, what’s wrong with me? I don’t want anyone to go through this, but I’m so fucking tired of feeling alone in it.

When someone loves you right

Breathe

Lily twines her fingers with mine

No!” Connor grips my wrist

The sexiest thing he’s ever seen. So sexy he sometimes watches you sleep because he’s afraid to close his eyes in case you disappear?

Carter smiles. “This is Brodie.” Emmett stills. He looks up at Carter

Are we going home now

I wished for you. When I wished on the stars tonight

Another nod

I’ve learned that loving myself looks different at every stage. It means giving myself grace

Being with him is like stepping into the light

I am smart. I am kind. I am important. And I can do anything!

You’re so cute when you’re in denial.” “You did this to me!” I shout

C’mon

You’d get the baby without having to do any of the hard work.” The hard work? Like making love to my husband

I massage her scalp extra-long

A deep breath. A clear head. A calm heart. A steady hand. That’s always been him

We’re fixing this