“I woke up and it all hit me. Flu like symptoms. Fever, chills, vomiting and a rash developed on my left inner thigh. I had just moved back home to my parents a week prior and if it wasn’t for my mom, I would not be here writing this.”
“I woke up and it all hit me. Flu like symptoms. Fever, chills, vomiting and a rash developed on my left inner thigh. I had just moved back home to my parents a week prior and if it wasn’t for my mom, I would not be here writing this.”
“As hard as he tries to be happy, all we can feel is his sadness. We will continue to take him shopping – he loves doing anything with us. Mom doesn’t know it’s almost Christmas, so will do our best to get dad through the holidays.”
“When I met my husband, do you know what he did on that first birthday we spent together? He wrapped my presents in Christmas wrapping paper. He learned pretty quickly to never do that again. No Santas or snowmen, please.”
“I never understood the value in having them until I couldn’t have them anymore. I thought I had time. But I didn’t.”
“A nerve injury in her small intestine has caused quite the turmoil in her little body. Every day she complains that her belly hurts. Every day she retches and throws up. This has become our normal. Foster care is hard. Medical needs are hard. But I’m here to tell you that these kids are worth every single sleepless night.”
“Ladies, there are amazing men in this world. Stop putting up with the B.S. and find a partner who loves and respects you.”
“She tries so hard not rely on anyone else. You guys left there without knowing what an impact this has made on her life. She’s prayed for a blessing like this to come her way.”
“It was so bad I could see only his brake lights at one point. We noticed the truck moving over to the left and I asked my husband, ‘Do you think he is pushing the excess water off the road for us?’ The driver of this truck restored my faith.”
“If I want to scurry around every morning, freaking out about forgetting to move the darn elf the night before, and panicking that I’m going to get caught by my 7-year-old while trying to place him in a new spot…that’s my choice. If I want to sing ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside’ while sipping egg nog in front of the fire, next to my handsy husband… don’t be concerned for me.”
“I’d carried her 9 months and soon doctors would be taking her away from me to save her life. ‘When can I see my baby?’ I asked the nurse. ‘Not yet.’ I was finally able to gaze at her through a plastic incubator. There were wires all over her new skin and into her tiny little nose, tape securing them down. But nothing could ever steal away what she was. Beautiful.”