Last post of the day: This is a picture of my dog named Panda. He was best friend, my little buddy and my protector. He would love to play, chase and he couldn’t stop himself from barking at anything and everything. However, in a way I felt like the reason he barked so much was to protect my family and I. I miss this little guy so much and my life has been quieter without his loud bark. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. I mean that, I miss you panda boy. These shoes mean a lot to me. They’re called the Panda’s and they were created by @Nike
and @staplepigeon @jeffstaple
. These shoes will forever stay in my collection. I dedicate these shoes to my best friend. Rest in doggy paradise Panda boy. 10.14.18
! Invest time with the person who makes you smile, get butterflies, belly laughs, honest, Christian, caring, kind, thoughtful, genuine, cooks, handsome , health conscious, helps others, great listener , sets goals and crushes them and has the funniest sense of humor!! I did and I’m one lucky lady to have this man by my side! #blessed #bestfriend #boyfriend #happy #relationshipgoals #handsome #thankful #journey #love
Life and Death. 3 年前發佈 right now I was in my 12th hour of labor with Willow. I spent the first few hours laboring at home before going to visit my grandma for a few hours. . . You see, my grandma was dying. Congestive heart failure. We were supposed to have months, but when I was 38.5 weeks, hospice said she probably only had 2 weeks left. Since I was already dilating and effacing, my OB suggested trying to start labor early. She gave me a 50/50 chance of going into labor in 48 hours. . . After my appointment I went to see my grandma who said, "Doesn't your Dr. know how anxious we are to meet the baby?" before falling into a deep sleep. I think those were the last words she ever spoke to me. . Later that night, hospice came to check on her again and said she probably had 48 hours or less. Our 2 weeks was now 2 days. When my water broke the next morning, I went to see her, knowing it would probably be the last time. In the last few months her moments of clarity became less and less and in the moment I said what was my last goodbye, she was no longer there to hear it. . . Willow was born early the following morning. It just wasn't in time. My grandma died just 4 hours later, right after hearing me and the baby were doing fine. She held on long enough to find out that I was okay. I was the last thing she cared about on this Earth. I was her loose end to tie up. . . Those first few days were a roller coaster of mixed emotions. Happy to meet my baby. Sad to lose my grandma. Relieved she was no longer suffering. Thankful she held on long enough for my baby to be born, but heartbroken that she would never meet her, hold her, or get to see her grow up. I'm still trying to find comfort in the idea that life maintains a balance. Life and death. Happiness and sadness. An awareness of the darkness that helps us appreciate the light. Today I celebrate two lives, that of the woman who was the best friend one could ever have and that of my daughter, who is just as much of a delight as the woman whom she is named after. . I'm not a religious person. I know that we are mortal. On the anniversary of her death, it hurts a bit more.