Support Us

My Battle With The Beast

My Battle With The Beast

August holds my fear. It holds my happiness and feeling of wholeness. August is where ‘who I was’ lives and ‘who I became’ appeared. August holds my sons last breath. It holds my whole heart. August holds captive my sons future and every motherly wish I could ever have for him. As I stand on the doorstep of another anniversary, I have started to wander into the past, hoping to pull with me each and every moment, no matter how...

My {Eternal} Birthday Wish

My {Eternal} Birthday Wish

I took this picture two years ago, the morning of my birthday, sitting in Toby’s nursery with him while he napped. I opened these memories up tonight and am just crying looking at them. I look at this second picture and I long to feel the happiness that was in this moment. I would give anything to have that day back. Anything. I hold my breath when “Happy Birthday” is sung. Or maybe it’s that my breath is taken away...