I’m oscillating between strength and weakness. Between functioning and being back to “normal” but then mourning and being angry that instead of packing my hospital bag and putting the finishing touches on our nursery in these last few weeks, I’m not. There is no stocking up on supplies. There is no prepping and planning.

Perspective of Posture

“Remember me not as I always was, but how I could sometimes be.”       I wrote that sentence early in High School, it could have been Middle School actually. I’m fuzzy on the details.            … Read More