I’m going to be his mommy for the rest of my life. Not every day is going to be on “the schedule”, and the routine is just not always going to work.

You won’t remember me; I will remember for both of us.

Tonight, I have had my heart on Paris, on the Syrian refugees people want to keep out of our country, on the children that died as we bombed ISIS.

Somewhere in the middle of my petitions, I drift off to sleep fretting over if I am giving you all I've got and if you truly know my heart for you.

Only four weeks after my husband lost his mum, he welcomed a daughter into the world.

“But how does it work? How do you love this one like your first?”

Remember that you are important, beautiful, and strong. You brought a child into the world. You can do this, one day at a time.

So right then, we cut my hair. In the bathroom, with an old pair of slightly dull, blue scissors, he cut off my ponytail.