"A mom-heart doesn’t change just because her kids are adults. And no one can ever take that spot in a child’s heart... grown or not. As I’ve gotten older, my mom still does the same motherly things she’s always done, now for me and my babies. She still stands outside, rain or shine, and waves goodbye as we leave."
I was raising my own worst nightmare. Smack dab in the middle of my brood of five kids, was a charismatic, sassy, leggy, blonde, dance-y, athletic girl oozing confidence...
"In a puddle of my own blood, he left me in the dark—barely 20 paces from a main road. For all he knew I was dead...This is real. This did happen. It does happen."
"I was in absolute shock. Here is as healthy, very active 41-year-old man that works out all the time and I had just saw joking around with me 30 minutes ago, now laying on a gurney... My mind went blank."
“My husband and I have agreed that when I’m done having babies, I can at least get a lift, if not a full-blown boob job,” Miranda announced casually in the middle of our breastfeeding conversation.
"I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this. I was supposed to look like I was 24 again. The same girl who you dated for years before we got pregnant. The girl who never cared if we left the lights on. That girl never came back. She took my confidence. She ran with my flat stomach. She took all the good parts of me and now she’s gone."
"If I’m being very honest, there’s been more than once in our marriage when I’ve felt very alone. Times when I stood unaccompanied in my kitchen staring at the cabinets thinking, 'Ok, God. It’s just you and me now.'"
"I was surrounded by fire. I immediately thought of my kids, the man I love so much, my family. I lost it…I called them all and between sobs I said, How very much I loved them, how sorry I was."
