Wishing.

Love Bombs are Everywhere.

Love Wins. Even When I Don't Want It To.

Staying Close.
Since Owen’s medical emergency a couple of weeks ago, he’s been moody and short-tempered.  It’s to be expected.  If he doesn’t have anything to do, he wants me to entertain him.  He just wants to be with me, period, and that’s okay.  Yesterday while I was in the middle of laundry, he asked me to help him think of something to do.   I suggested reading, watching a movie or riding his skateboard.  He would always asked

What Make Me Happy
 Even during the hardest of times, I can still manage to find the good in things.  It’s just what I do.  Last week was rough, but life is good, people.  So on that note, here’s some things that really make me happy right now… 1.  CHOC.  Seriously? This hospital is the BOMB.  2. This doctor who wa

Best Shot Monday – A New Day
Tomorrow will be one week since that horrific day of having  my son almost die in my arms.  I can’t get it out of my head when awake or even when I’m asleep.  Little details that I had forgotten about or just didn’t notice at the time keep coming to me,  like how one of the paramedics standing in my living room I use to work with; how one of the firefighter’s knew me by sight because his son attends the same school as my son;  and how my son kept say

Saturday Silence.
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Finding My Faith.
Faith(noun):  A confidence or trust in a person or thing; faith in another’s ability; a belief that is not based on proof. I had been locked in an isolation hospital room with my son for what seemed like forever.  Time always moves so slowly when in a hospital and all sense of time and days of weeks are off.  It’s like being suspended in another world and I needed a break.  I didn’t want to leave the room for fear I wo