on a post expressing my feelings about having a child [with a disease] and [then being all better.]
I'll get there.
Words are swishy in my heart.
I want to say them.
I want to be able to tell you more.
But really all that matters to me right now is that when the kids on the bus or riding bikes through our yard ask him why he is ALWAYS smiling you smile too much! why are you smiling?
"Because I'm happy!"
Until then, please find me writing away at NWIparent Magazine:
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