"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."
Right now she’s still my little four-year-old, full of wonder and excitement and emotions. Big emotions. As I turn her over into your very loving and capable hands, all I ask is that you see her.
He would eagerly run over to take my hand when it was time to move on to a new part of the aquarium, and he soon began wrapping my arm around his neck and forcing me to pull him closer... Soon he also told me, "I love you." "I love you, too, Jason." I said.
