I need a hug or twenty. Maybe just one that lasts for a long long time.

It is still hard to believe that my Papa is gone. I try not to beat myself up over the voicemails that I may have never returned or not spending enough time with him. I need to instead let this encourage me to really treasure the time I have with my grandma.

It’s truly amazing to watch my daughter grow up. I want to cry I love her so much.

Is this actually going to feel like a safe space?

So……. Here we are.