No heroes. No villains. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

No heroes. No villains. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
The key to everything is repetition.
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
Hi, Blog. I’m grateful.
My special needs son has a sister whose point of view helps him grow in all the right ways.
We stopped at Starbucks and drove around in circles.
My words made my daughter feel better, but they also made me feel better too.
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