"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
I can understand that young children won’t remember things like the fully-balanced meals every night or what grade they got in their school subjects, but they will remember Oreos and snuggles.
“I heard my daughter crying in her crib as I repeated over and over, ‘She will never remember me,’ and began a dialogue in to my husband's phone that I prayed she would never have to hear."
"I'd gotten 2 kids and an adult into bed by 7.30pm. As I strutted (quietly) out of the room, I started thinking about how I'd spend my night... then I turned back, looked at my wife and little girl and it hit me like a ton of bricks."
