OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
I wanted to write some of them down here so I have them. And, in case I’m not around one day, she does too.
It was as if my body was sounding an alarm.
Worrying never did anything for me. All it did was make the moments before uncertainty worse by filling me with impending dread.