…is a new day. And today, I didn’t get more than 5 minutes of ABR done, or 20 minutes in the hyperbaric chamber, but I got to hold my little boy in my arms. I got to put him in the ergobaby and walk around with him while kissing the top of his head. I got to watch him try to feed himself, doing his best to put that spoon in his mouth but missing by a mile. And I got to tell him how much I loved him.
I am glad every day is a brand new day.
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