She is still here.
We played hooky yesterday morning and went for a hike, just the three of us.
She is still here.
I am still here.
WE ARE STILL HERE.
It’s been four months - to the day - since Waffle’s spleen ruptured and she almost died. Writing that sentence still brings me to tears. I don’t think there will ever be a time it doesn’t.
I don’t have words for the honor that is being her momma. I really don’t.
I also don’t have words for the honor t…