Letters to Taylor: On Forgetfulness My dear girl, The ache of missing you is waking me in the middle of the night. It’s been a couple weeks since I sat down to “talk” to you, to write out the thoughts that continually float around in my head and surround my…
Letters to Taylor: On Procrastination Sweet T, I miss you. To say that I miss you doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel. My heart holds a void like I’ve never known before. I’ve been looking back at our lives from the past few years and pondering over the…
Letters to Taylor: On Numbness My sweet girl, I have not wanted to write to you in the past couple weeks. I knew that as soon as my fingers began to type words that I long to speak to you in person, tears would fall, and pain would surge into…
Letters to Taylor: On Heavenly Kisses Dearest Taylor, I’m sitting with Daddy by the ocean this week and the sound of the waves soothe my soul. I would wish that you were here, only the beach was such a strange place for you. The one and only time we brought…
Letters to Taylor: On Miracles Sweetest Taylor, Tonight my arms are aching to hold you. The longing to feel you breathing is taking my breath captive and my mama’s heart can hardly beat. The pains that I thought were beginning to ease up have returned with a vengeance and I…
Letters to Taylor: On Singing Again My sweet girl, I am getting accustomed to the barren space in my world without you here. It’s strange how the pain still feels vast and deep, yet a numbness surrounds it. I don’t know how to compartmentalize the grief of losing you because…
Letters to Taylor: On Anguish Sweet Taylor, I can hardly believe 3 months have passed since I have held you in my arms. The ache seems impossible for time to heal. The wound feels as gaping as the day you were diagnosed with MPS almost 18 years ago and as…
Letters to Taylor: On Growth My sweetest Taylor, This morning as I was folding laundry, I found one of your socks in the corner of a fitted bedsheet. Something that might have previously slightly annoyed me was a beautiful gift instead. It’s amazing how my perspective has been turned upside…
Parenting is 24/7 365 days a year. Day and night, weekday and weekend. Meals and laundry. Schedules and appointments. Routines and exceptions. School and church. You get it. I get it. We all get it. The Mom life can be exhausting! Right? As mom to the Wojo tribe, I’ve walked…
Letters to Taylor:On Change Dear TayTay, Change sucks. Shh! Don’t tell anyone I used that word, because the kids aren’t allowed to say it. I never say it aloud. Just doesn’t sound ladylike. But what I mean is that change is almost always difficult. Though I’m working to find joy…
Letters to Taylor: On Reminders My Sweet Girl, I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. If I could measure the volume of water in the oceans deep, I know it wouldn’t come near the amount I miss you. I know, it’s quite selfish of me considering your last days…
Letters to Taylor: On Lingering My girl, This morning I woke suddenly with thoughts that I heard you stirring in your room. All the 22 years of mornings before you stopped breathing felt normal again for a split second. Then the reality of the pain surged forward, and I remembered….
