There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.