Dirt bike. Sunshine. Camping.
I’m 2. He’s 32.
He’s squinting from the sun. I have a cheesy grin on my face. And oh dear god he’s wearing open-toed sandals on a motorcycle. 73 more words
Yesterday in therapy I was once again told that things could only get better.
I really wish people would stop saying things like that because it seems to act as a challenge to the universe. 440 more words
Since my last blog post, we have survived the holidays, and are now fast approaching what would be Tanner’s 7th birthday. Though this time of year has become easier to navigate as time goes on, my subconscious mind is all too aware that these milestones will always serve as obstacles to overcome. 1,005 more words