Not so long ago I agonized over whether I could do these things, not just be a mom, but to be a good mom, at all hours of the day and night and no matter what the situation required from me.
The Tackiest Gift: A Letter To My Husband
I’d never seen you cry before, but you cried the day I told you I had breast cancer.
First Steps
Some days, more and more, you choose your own steps, no longer tied to me, looking back with pride.