We are coming up on, what would be, Blake’s 4th birthday. As you all know, we celebrate Blake as often as we can. What better way to celebrate her than by showing love to those who need it? This year I reached out to our local Children’s Administration office and asked what they might need… Continue reading Blake’s Birthday
I ran into an old friend the other day. Usually I dread seeing people from waaay back (I’m talking high school… Don’t act like you don’t hide!) but this time I was actually delighted. It’s been over ten years since I saw him and it was wild to all of sudden be standing there chatting.… Continue reading That’s not it
This is our fourth year making Team Blake shirts. We design a new one every year around this time because of a walk we do for Cure SMA. I always have a fear that no one will buy. Then you all blow me away. All proceeds from tees sold go to Cure SMA on behalf… Continue reading Team Blake Year Four
In just a few days, it will be 2 years and 6 months since Blake died. I will never stop saying that I can’t believe SMA came into our lives and stole my perfect girl. All the time we ask ourselves why this happened? Why her? Why our family? My big girl has been asking… Continue reading It’s a lot
Last night I was putting Kenley to bed when she told me that she wishes Blake was here for Christmas. She said, “I think we should get Blakey a present. What do you think about that?” After more discussion about Blakey not being able to play with something that we get for her, we settled… Continue reading Giving Tuesday
I can’t believe it. Today is the day that my second daughter was born three years ago. She was 8lbs 10oz, 21 inches long and completely perfect. Getting to watch my two girls meet for the first time is forever etched in my heart. We didn’t know then that she would end up with the… Continue reading Three
Most loss parents dread the question, “How many children do you have?” I am one of them. I. Hate. It. Seriously, every single time I get that awful feeling of so much sadness and not knowing what to say. Do I tell them all about my family and accept the discomfort and look of terror… Continue reading Parenting
