I think one of the hardest parts of living with chronic illness is just how lonely it can sometimes feel. The longer I have been in the game

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦...

With every passing minute, hour, and day, the magnitude of which I cherish these little moments in time with my tiny humans continues to...

Someday the pitter patter of your little footsteps will no longer be the sound that wakes me. The kitchen utensils will remain in the...

It happens. Every single day as a parent, whether we realize it or not, our tiny humans are like little sponges absorbing the world...