“There are two types of people in this world: those who admit to being broken, and those who don’t.”

Today was a good day. I have great friends, two best friends that are my support system. They are an awesome distraction.

It's funny, before I learned that something was wrong (or that it was confirmed to me that something was wrong) with spencer I was always trying to get away from the house. I "needed" a break from my babies because they were driving me crazy.

Now, I don't want to leave them, I want them constantly by my side. The things I once thought were annoying are now a joy to me, because i know i only have a limited amount of time with them.

Its sad that it takes a fatal diagnosis to turn your attitude around, it's really such a shame. I regret not loving every moment of my childrens growth and "annoyance".
Do i get annoyed? Yes, but for some reason, it doesn't make me crazy anymore.

As I was out today with Chelsea and Sarah (and Jack), all I could do was miss my children. I wanted to cuddle and mother Jack, but I had to remember that he's not mine, and that I would rather be snuggling my babies.

Today was mostly good. I woke up in good spirits and missed the kids as soon as I got in the car to drive to springfield, I teared up at least 5 times during my drive, but i kept trying to shake it off, deep breathing techniques. The rest of the day was filled with laughter and food and stomach aches, but i was still longing to be with my children. Right now i'm feeling alright, broken, but that's normal right?