“I’m sorry for being bad. I want you to keep me and my son.”
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“I’m sorry for being bad. I want you to keep me and my son.”
“My daughter told me her sister was a snow fairy, and informed me she was related to Elsa. I should have known children see no differences.”
“It has been 10 months since a dear doctor friend told me I had stage 4 breast cancer. I sat outside on the phone, begging her to tell me my daughter would remember me.”
“In Dad’s true style he said to the doctors, ‘Do what you need to do to get me to my son’s wedding and do it quickly!’”
“Not everything in this world is lost.”
“In this stage, you finally feel like you have some time and yet, you are running out of time. The 40s are consistently very confusing and yet, very satisfying.”
“I didn’t know how peaceful and beautiful birth was intended to be.”
“It’s okay to forget when you showered last or heck, choose sleep OVER showering.”
“I see them sitting there taunting me on the steering wheel as I drive, all wrinkly and veiny and old-looking.”
“The idea, at first, seemed weird and kind of icky, but interesting. If my milk could help my son’s immune system, could it help strengthen mine?”