When you have a child with a chronic illness, you have to go through the steps of grief emotionally to handle the disease. But once you go through those and get through the initial emergency period, you can get complacent during long stretches of generally good health where the “chronic” doesn’t rear its ugly head. … Continue reading The Steps of Grief with Each Doctor Visit
I have three kids. I love the hell out of each and every one of them and wouldn’t trade a minute with them. But I had NO idea what I was getting into. When you are young and in love you think “I want a child that looks like him.” or “Maybe our children will… Continue reading What Every Person Who Wants a Kid Should Be Told.
It’s not easy being a woman in 2016 in the South. I’d wager it’s not easy being a woman in 2016 anywhere, but since I’ve had my son, I’ve realized that it’s also not easy being a man or growing up as a boy in 2016, either. As the wife of an amazing man and… Continue reading A REAL Man…
My husband is a man of many colors, a renaissance man with many cloaks and many talents. He is humble and kind and doesn’t think much of himself, which is ridiculous, but I can hardly change him or how he sees himself after 14 years. Much like myself, his soul was marred by our daughter’s… Continue reading Homage to Chemo Dads
He can quote any movie in the most perfect way for any given circumstance. He smells incredible, and it’s not cologne, it’s just him. So when he sweats, it’s just more of him, so it’s just more incredible. His smile makes his blue eyes look darker and they actually, honestly, twinkle. That same twinkle that… Continue reading Reasons I love my husband
I’m gonna go ahead and copyright some of this stuff… some of it’s going in the book. Yeah… Monday came and went with a spectacular whooshing sound, and no fun filled Sophie-isms were supplied. I am a negligent and bad blogger. Don’t pout. There are worse things. Like dried up dry-erase markers. That is worse. … Continue reading Monday Tradition VERY Late… cause apparently I suck.
I am 13 years into a marriage with a great guy. We met in August of 2000. I was 20, he was 22, and we were both so stupid and so young. He says he thought I was mysterious. I thought he was goofy and funny. I lured him to sneak into the swimming pool… Continue reading Wuv, TWUE wuv leads to Mawage. How we stay mawwied.