“To say we are proud of the young man he is turning into is an understatement.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“To say we are proud of the young man he is turning into is an understatement.”
“I sighed and said, ‘I wish my house always looked like this,’ while trying to wrangle both my toddlers from touching or messing anything up in this museum of beauty. She looked at me sadly and said, ‘Why?’”
“When Josh got home from work – he saw Amelia in the dress. I asked him if he remembered why that shirt was so special. His whole face change in the realization of the significance of the shirt. He was so thrilled and picked Amelia up for a huge hug and told her why the shirt was so special.”
“I was flying back to the city I grew up in to say goodbye to my dying father with 7-month-old twins. They were feeding off my frantic energy and everything exploded half way through the flight. Tears fell from all 3 of our faces. While everyone rolled their eyes, you jumped in during my darkest hour without skipping a beat.”
“I was so close to death. Around 2 a.m. my labor completely kicked in. I fell back asleep until I felt something ‘down there.’ I moved my hand and felt my daughter’s head. ‘They couldn’t find a heartbeat.’ Not a dry eye ever left my room. I saw her still heart, the same heart chambers that were beating so perfectly just a month before. My baby girl was gone.”
“Sometimes when people hear that my children nurse for much longer than what is seen as normal, they get weird and disgusted. This is exactly why we are so passionate about these photos and normalizing breastfeeding.”
“When you were shrieking in your crib, the pain becoming too much to bear, I reach for you.”
“Matthew was constantly asking to watch Disney princess movies. ‘Kids are kids,’ I thought. I loved my feminine, eccentric son. The problem was, the older he got, the more he did not love himself. He was always angry. He’d flip chairs at school. He was misunderstood, but to what degree I had no idea. ‘When I grow up and I’m a girl…’ My husband and I would correct him, and often, he’d be sad with the reality.”
“Just that morning I was sad I wouldn’t have a ‘baby’ anymore because mine was turning 3, and now I was picking up a baby.”
“My heart sank, and I begged her not to go. My premonition was right in front of me. ‘Please, you have to come home…I’m hearing noises coming out of Monica’s room.’ I found myself breaking down her door. She was grey and purple, her fingers were clenched closed. To our horror, we saw her ‘works’ by her bed.”