That drive, that chasing fear, home, taking your breath… I’m sorry for the moments you carry your heart in your hands, saying God, look at this, hold this. The fear is so true and real. I’m sorry. I’m grateful you can home to a small fever and a loving son, smiling.
That drive, that chasing fear, home, taking your breath… I’m sorry for the moments you carry your heart in your hands, saying God, look at this, hold this. The fear is so true and real. I’m sorry. I’m grateful you can home to a small fever and a loving son, smiling.
God has not forgotten you.
♥️