We’re not at that point yet, yet that’s kind of the point.
We’re not at that point yet, yet that’s kind of the point.
To my little Sampson, one snip of his noggin was an act of war.
I was done saving his life from the giant chlorine cocktail.
The boy in my home today is unlike any I would have ever pictured.
Acceptance is about exposure and understanding.
I understood and, once you understand, you understand forever.
He’s not underfed or overfed. He’s just being fed.
He’s outgrowing my friggin’ shirts.
Whether he fully understands is immaterial. This is about family.
Tell that story to a room full of people, get sympathetic stares.
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