It doesn’t seem like eight years. I shouldn’t be able to close my eyes and replay that evening. It’s not fair that I can see it all and hear it all. It’s not fair that my mom was taken from me. I was only 17. I was pregnant. I needed her. I wish there was …
Dear Mom, It’s July of 2012, it’s been almost 8 years since you left. I don’t know why I write these at the most random times. Maybe it’s because I’m sitting here, watching my beautiful daughter sleep and wishing you could meet her. Oh Mom, I wish you could hold her. She has the softest …
Five years ago I was pregnant. Five years ago I was engaged. Five years ago I was senior in high school. Five years ago my mom was losing her battle with cancer. *deep breath* It’s still a lot to handle, losing your mother when you are pregnant with your fist child. It was hard to …
Hubs and I met in highschool. He was getting ready to start his senior year, I was starting my junior year. At the time, his best friend was going out with my best friend. One weekend, Hubs and I were both “dragged” to the mall with our best friends, not expecting to see each other …