“She wasn’t feeling well all day. When she heard them coming down the road, she asked, ‘It’s the garbage men!!! Can I go outside?’ Since that day, her love of trucks has become more about who is driving them than the truck itself. This has gone beyond anything we ever expected.”
“My brother and I were blessed with a picture-perfect childhood. Every moment was a Kodak moment. As we got older, our lives changed. After 6 months of studying abroad in Spain, I came home to a new reality, an opiate-infused reality.”
“I had a hard time making friends. There were times I wished I had a ‘normal’ sibling who could talk, who I could share my secrets with. My mom showed me how much of a blessing it is to have Michael.”
“She said, ‘It’s an emergency. It’s Knox.’ Looking to the back where he was, all I could see were those bare legs. I had no idea how much this decision would replay over in my head and haunt me.”
“Again, our social worker was on the line. ‘Look guys, I know you’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster. I hate to bring up another question, but the birth mom called us today.’ We took Revere home from the hospital on Valentine’s Day.”
“I used to play the victim. I used to think the world was out to get me.”
“We were happy, content, and had a healthy thriving marriage. Through all of this, there was a side of Steve and went unfulfilled and wore on our relationship. I stood frozen as Steve’s eyes caught mine. Something had changed. Something was wrong.”
“I know you’re not supposed to compare, but I had friends with kids around the same age as Logan and seeing them together was eye-opening. ‘He has a mild delay.’ I couldn’t shake the feeling it was something bigger.”
“I became so caught up in trying to appear ‘normal’ I began to lose myself. At the end of the day, I felt like I was living a double life. I would often wear long sleeve shirts or jackets to hide my left arm. I wanted people to look beyond the scars and differences.”
“The nurse asked me when the last time I felt the baby kick. I said, ‘2 hours. I’m sure I’m overreacting. We were put in a room at the far end of the ward. I assumed it was so we wouldn’t hear any babies cry, but I later realized it was so no one else would hear us scream and cry in the agony that was to come.”
