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There is no greater gift than knowing my boys are in good hands.
2. Worrying about making sure everything was 'perfect'
It is the perfect way to end even our most imperfect days.
When I look at my scar now, I see my body's ability to heal, to survive.
I feel as though I am often just as compromised as my working wife feels. It's frustrating for the both of us.
Thank you for being a constant, positive and loving presence in his life, just like you are in mine.
So no, I’m not spring cleaning.
You’re no longer a baby, and becoming more ‘you’ everyday.
Ain’t no shame in my nap game.
In motherhood, there are no grades, or awards, or gold stars. But, it gets better.
I discovered the strength, resilience and inner warrior I had hiding within myself—ready to battle.
There’s no greater gift than to be invited into another person’s truth.
For the one who's doing it all and giving it her all, you amaze me every day.
Because you don’t get to go back and re-do your childhood.
I promise to show you just how loved you are every single day.
These days, my friendships are few, but they are rich.
The longer I parent, the more I see that there is seldom a right and wrong way of doing things.
Thank you for being my person.
It’s normal to feel confident *and* sad about your decision.
Road trips and plane rides around the holidays were all our kids knew.
