“With how small I was, and how rare it was, they told my family I wouldn’t live. Little did they know, I was a little warrior who wasn’t going to give up.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
“With how small I was, and how rare it was, they told my family I wouldn’t live. Little did they know, I was a little warrior who wasn’t going to give up.”
“No matter how many more chapters there may be, or how much longer it will take, I will never stop writing the pages of our story until the day comes that I finally get to share them all with you.”
“I don’t think a post on Instagram is going to make me lose my baby. It’s that trusting my own happiness is a whole mess of memories and emotions.”
“I should wash your blanket. I know I should. Eventually I will. But right now, I can’t. No matter how gross that is.”
“I think the most beautiful thing about pregnancy and miscarriage is that each experience is unique. Whatever you’re feeling and experiencing, it’s okay. Your feelings, thoughts, and emotions are valid.”
“She could be the mother who never had her own children but rose to the challenge of raising another woman’s. That’s the woman warrior love of motherhood.”
“His death has taught me so much about how to live. Not just how to live, but how to love.”
“‘She’s more beautiful than ever. Doesn’t she look so pretty?’ he’d say. After multiple strokes and as her body few frail and weak, he continued to tell her how beautiful she was EVERY single day. They would have been married 60 years next month, and yet, 60 years still wouldn’t have been enough.”
“Before we left the hospital, we held our babies one last time. With tears streaming down our faces, we promised them we would survive this for them and live every day in their honor. I walked with them to the elevator where we were forced to part ways.”
“I’m not grieving WHO he is. I grieve the parts which bring me to my knees in tears – watching what his little body has to endure.”