She is still here.

We played hooky yesterday morning and went for a hike, just the three of us.

She is still here.

I am still here.

WE ARE STILL HERE.

It’s been four months - to the day - since Waffle’s spleen ruptured and she almost died. Writing that sentence still brings me to tears. I don’t think there will ever be a time it doesn’t.

I don’t have words for the honor that is being her momma. I really don’t. 

I also don’t have words for the honor t…