Because there is no such thing as an "almost" mother. Seven bouquets from your seven angels. Happy Mother's Day, Princess.
My heart skipped as I read how the card was signed.
-Emerson, Jamie, Karla, Michael, Jaxon, Phillip, Steven and Oscar.
"Are you all right?"
I snickered. "Truth or lie?"
"Truth," he replied. "Always truth."
I took a deep breath, and tears fell as I exhaled. I couldn't even reply.
"I'm sorry you're hurting," he told me.
"It's fine."
"It's not."
He was right, it wasn't all right, and I wasn't certain that it would ever be all right.
“It was simple, the way we loved. We loved the scars of our past, and we loved the unknown of our future. We loved the mistakes. We loved the celebrations. We loved our darkness, and we loved the light.”