April 19, 2010 was one of the worst days of my life. It opened my eyes to a lot. I laid in the hospital bed without a scratch on me. Sure my back and neck hurt, but other than that, I felt fine. But it didn't matter. I can still picture you. Crying over your… Continue reading Your Text Can Wait
To my sweet sensitive boy: I always want the best for you. I always want you to be who you are. I don't want the world to change you. The sensitivity in your soul is not emasculate. It means you have a big heart. It means you feel things for people. It means you understand… Continue reading To My Sensitive boy
My son, the very thing I live for, absolutely hates nearly everything I love. Art fairs, street fairs, state fairs...pretty much any fairs. Movie theaters and malls. Anything loud or crowded and he's out. I live and thrive around people. I love some of the small, silly interactions you have with strangers. I love crowds. … Continue reading My son hates everything I love
