So after realizing that my blue-eyed dream boy wasn’t going to amount to any more than a wonderful, fleeting “something” I began moving on.
I joined a group that is tradition for the grad class. 1,204 more words
Today’s word is heartache.
My question is this: why don’t I forget?
I have read so many blog posts lately in which the authors refer to the fact that their lives are typical and ordinary, so much so that they often forget that their little one has a diagnosis of Down syndrome. 381 more words