“At 16 months old, I watched her vomit all over herself from chemo and go back to smiling. Maybe it’s a metaphor for how messy life is: clean it up and get back to what makes you happy.”
“At 16 months old, I watched her vomit all over herself from chemo and go back to smiling. Maybe it’s a metaphor for how messy life is: clean it up and get back to what makes you happy.”
“Sweet husband, in this crazy mix of kids, I will do my best to remember you. And I ask you do your best to remember me, too.”
“I went for car drives and SCREAMED. I felt so much bitterness and anger. No one could tell us how long she’d live. Maybe just a few more hours, maybe months… we had no idea.”
“I am not the person I used to be.”
“I mourned the potential loss of a forever family. My heart was double aching for the loving home I knew we could provide a child in need.”
“The entire room turned to stare at the woman. ‘I was in the Netherlands. And they slipped a note under our door telling us to stay inside. A note that said you were coming. To save us.’ I just broke down and cried.”
“Folks, I grew up near New York City. The only thing I know about chickens is how to bake them at 350 degrees. ‘Mom! Mom! We have to save it!’ It was getting dark quickly.”
“I stopped in my tracks. OMG. I was a moron. So embarrassing. What I didn’t know was him and I would be spending the next 32 years together.”
“‘We just don’t know what to do.’ They thought I’d never be able to walk, run, or have normal brain function. I HAD to believe in myself.”
“It hit us like a ton of bricks. For every biological child we had, there’d be one less child we’d be able to pull out of the system. It pushed us forward to finish the race.”