Every night before I kiss my son goodnight, I tuck him in and say I Love You. With his teddybear by his side, I close my eyes for just a second, and express my gratitude because I am able to keep my baby warm and safe from harm. There isn’t any way that I can begin to imagine the horror of not being able to do just that: Keep my child safe.
Dear C,
I’ve always found it easier to express myself through writing. To pen down my thoughts and feelings. And because I have a bunch of them all stemming from you, what better way to get them out than to write you a letter?
You know, I was aware of your reputation. What you are capable of. I’ve merely seen the disaster, the pain and sadness you are able to unleash. And I knew I never wanted to meet you. In fact, nobody wants to meet you. Nobody likes you and nobody wants you.
1. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love this woman and her blog.
2. I’ve already told Georgie about this movie. Now we can’t wait to see it.
3. 10 ways over-thinking destroys your happiness.
4. Finally people are seeing that places like Seaworld should not exist!
5. What giving birth looks like in two very different worlds.
The Ikea catalogue is my version of a porn magazine. It’s a major inspiration plus it allows me to dream of a house jam-packed with hanging plants…if only I wasn’t the biggest plant killer ever.
1. Overnight oats. Seven incredible ways to a healthy and delicious breakfast that won’t take up time in the morning.
The morning Lily Rose was diagnosed with Leishmania and her fate sealed, Georgie was at summer school. The house was quiet aside from my wailing. For a few moments I was able to pretend that nothing and no one else existed in the world. I was able to ignore the aftermath of her death and zero in on my emotions, my loss. For just a few moments though because soon I would have to face a little boy and explain what death means. I would have to help him deal with HIS loss.
