I stayed at the table until the dishes were done, saying nothing.
After their dad passed away, there were nights I lay awake wondering how I was going to raise two boys on my own. Wondering if I was enough. If I were doing any of it right.
For so long, all I could see was what might go wrong. Who Logan might become if I failed him.
But I finally saw what had been right in front of me all along.
My boys were going to be just fine. More than fine.
They were going to make me proud.
For so long, all I could see was what might go wrong.
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