“We begrudgingly sent our children off to school today absolutely sick to our stomachs. Hugging them so much tighter than the day before, choking back tears. As mothers, we’re full of rage. As mothers, we’re going to act. Because if our government refuses to protect our children, we will.”
“He gave me this long, confused, why-would-a-grown-human-do-anything-they-didn’t-want-to-do look like he’d really found some hole in the plot of my life. ‘Because visiting this place isn’t about me. It’s about your mom, and I love her.'”
“In this house, love is shown in many ways, but golly I’m grateful that most of those ways are big, loud, and obvious.”
“I wanted to put myself through a small fraction of discomfort to show my wife, ‘I acknowledge your suffering and I am eternally grateful for these children you carried.'”
“I kiss my own two precious children goodbye and picture the impossible choice of saving their mother or saving someone else’s precious child.”
“Here’s to many more years of movie nights, cuddles, and your corny dad jokes.”
“Gun reform. Mental health reform. Child abuse reform. Safety reform. Foster care reform. We can stop the mass shooting in our country by shouting at each other. The room needs less noise, less chaos, and more conversation. Let’s do it for them.”
“In one month, I can’t tell you how much I spent on nursing bras, pumping bras, bra pads, lactation powder, creams, cooling/soothing pads, and pump accessories parts.”
“I love Jesus, but thoughts and prayers are just not enough. What are we going to do about it? When will it stop?”
“Our children need to know they aren’t alone during traumatic, scary, or uncertain times.”
