Day 2
Mar 21
I opened my eyes. I remember. I cry. Time passes as I pray, remember, pray, write, pray, hope. Brad comes downstairs, ready for work. I love this man. I think, I am so lucky to have, to live, this little life of mine. I start my morning with an hour of Maren snuggles. She asks for a Poptart for breakfast, I agree that this is indeed a Poptart kind of day. She...
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