“Gabby looked at him, raised her arms to give him Elmo and said, ‘I want you to have my Elmo so you don’t work alone.’”

“Gabby looked at him, raised her arms to give him Elmo and said, ‘I want you to have my Elmo so you don’t work alone.’”
“I got off the plane and spotted my husband first. Once I got closer I could see my son holding something, and then I read it….”
“He has kissed her booboos, rocked her to sleep, cleaned up throw up that went all down his shirt. He has been her constant.”
“That’s okay, we love you.”
“The doctor apologized with tears in her eyes, while I let out a confused ‘it’s okay,’ with tears building up in mine.”
“For some reason we haven’t talked in a long time and I’m not sure either of us realized it was happening.”
“My mom valued my brother’s death more than me, and I was still here.”
“Was I asking for your help? Your opinion? Your advice? Nope. But you, a man about 6-foot-3 and easily 250 pounds, watched a mom who could have easily been hurt and scared and made a situation worse.”
“Sheila is struggling. She needs our help. Let’s all go over there and unpack her apartment for her. Bring food. Let’s make it fun.”
“A few hours after going to the doctor, I was out shopping with my husband. He handed me the phone. ‘It’s the pediatrician.’ My heart stopped. Why was he calling so soon? And why was HE calling and not the nurse this time?! Then, he said the words I’d been fearing since Tessa’s birth. I didn’t have the strength to stand. I fell to my knees. I had no idea how to move forward.”