At this moment, I would have been setting up my dialysis machine and heading to bed… couldn't stay up too late or I'd be stuck in bed all day the next day while the machine did its work.
Three years since my mom gave me life… again.
Three years since the holding pattern that was my life ended and I could actually make plans for the future.
Time flies, huh?
Thanks, mom. I just can't say it enough.
I love you more than you could ever imagine.