LJ Herman is a former editor at Love What Matters and lives in Colorado. LJ is a concert, ticket and technology enthusiast. He has seen the Dave Mathews Band over one hundred times and counting.
LJ Herman is a former editor at Love What Matters and lives in Colorado. LJ is a concert, ticket and technology enthusiast. He has seen the Dave Mathews Band over one hundred times and counting.
“Every time I saw some pregnant woman smoking a cigarette… I questioned how in the world he could be giving all of these women these babies and they can’t even take care of them? It hit me like a semi-truck. They fulfilled us and completed our lives.”
“She keeps on crying in devastating fear of breaking. But the smile on my little fighter’s face always pulls me up. Her twinkling eyes always said, ‘Yes mommy! I can do it.’ My husband and I were blank and confused.”
“He loved her. Scratch that. He loves her. And, he misses her. She’s with us every day through our computer screen, and it’s probably the best minutes of his day.”
“But if I’m being honest, isn’t this what all the preparation was for?. They must be challenged. They must have opportunities to overcome. And Corona, the cancellation of school and all future plans, is just that.”
“Around 3:30 p.m., Mr. Hudson went to be with his Lord and Savior. The nurses told me prior to his passing, he sang ‘Amazing Grace’ so loudly it echoed throughout the facility. He had been a little confused lately, but he knew every word. I’ve been crying all afternoon and evening.”
“When I shared this dream with her, she laughed! She said she’d have to start consciously watching her language again before Little Man arrives. Their minds are not the only ones impacted by this chatter.”
“He was climbing the arm of the couch. My husband stepped in and comforted him. I didn’t feel sorry or remorseful. I didn’t feel sad or have ping of guilt because I had just injured my son. I don’t know how to fix this.”
“I expected the coughing, the fever and the low energy that makes you want to give up. What I didn’t expect was the flood that absolutely surrounded my family. Friends I don’t even know well offered to run errands.”
“My friends are starting to notice. They’ve asked me what’s wrong. If anyone looks at me, they’ll know. Somehow, they’ll see right through me. It had to be my fault. I provoked you. You’d never hurt me. We’re happy. I’m fine.”
“The nights I leave my comfy spot on the couch beside your Daddy to snuggle you instead. The nights I lie there, smelling your hair and studying your beautiful face. I will remember them for the rest of my life.”