Sometimes after a tough week....
When our precious, fragile community seems to be on it's knees...
When kiddos we know and love have been hospitalized, poked, prodded and even induced into a coma so that their poor brain can stop seizing...
I place Samantha on my lap,
And smell her sweet breath,
And kiss her nose,
And feel her eyelashes blink against my cheek,
And think that I cannot possibly hold her closer or adore her more.
"Grief does not change you Hazel. It reveals you." John Green, The Fault in our Stars
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nodding my head, completely understand.
Amen friend...
I love this post! It's so true. It was great to catch up with you as always. The cookies are great!
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