What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

I think if I were asked where felt like home as a child it would have been Coloma. It is what I would have referred to as my home town even though I moved around all the time.  It is the town I felt rooted. Where I had developed bonds and meaningful relationships. It was …

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The love of a child is pure. It’s the truest form of love there is. It’s that unconditional and without fault. My son doesn’t give his love out very easily. He isn’t much for sitting still. Not much for being to close if your not his mom and occasionally he can tolerate certain siblings enough …

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I know must of my blogs now tend to end up being apart of my love story. I have tunnel vision and can’t see much outside of us anymore. I always get the most amazing sweet messages from my love today was no different. I stop thinking or stressing the moment and relish in his …

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