Four years ago today, I got the biopsy results. Four years ago today, I couldn’t catch my breath. Four years ago today, I collapsed into Corey arms. Four years ago today, fear was a physical presence surrounding me and pressing in. Four years ago today, I was handed the monumental burden of figuring out the best way to break my boys’ hearts. Four years ago today, I cried myself to sleep. Four years ago today, my life forever changed. Four years ago today, God allowed me to be reduced to ashes. But here’s the thing. My God makes beauty from…
Corey is my best friend, but I had the opportunity to spend a morning with my girl BFF last week. She’s the one who shares my disinterest in girly things like shopping and jewelry. The one who has navigated boy mom world with me from day one. The one I call when my kiddos do something amazing like backflip off a picnic table. And the one I call when this job of “momming” is knocking the wind out of me. She’s a gift. I’ve even shown her my bare chest. I know that sounds so weird and wrong, but…