"He stepped aside and tried to make a few calls. Hugging his daughter and grabbing his head, you could tell he was heartbroken. This woman next to him at the front counter heard the whole thing."
"Just because you’re uncomfortable talking about it, doesn’t mean it no longer exists. Accept it. Talk about it. Change it. And don’t get caught outside in a snowstorm."
“Mama, you got this. You are enough.” My heart sank when I read the last lines in an article on a leading website for Christian mothers. My heart sank, because it was my article.
"I was at the lowest point in my life...by a mile. We’re talking fetal position on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Drinking very heavily every night just to be able to fall asleep."
"HOW did I not see him? The desperation to go back in time suffocates my every moment. Levi was gone for such a short amount of time that we didn't even know he was missing. I had split a brownie with him, and part of it was still in my mouth when I jumped..."
