Sometimes..... I can deny the reality.......
Sometimes....it hurts to breathe.....
Sometimes....The reality of it cuts me like a knife....
But all of the time.....I miss my Emile.....
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Mr.
He is quiet, humble, sweet, and never raises his voice. He works hard for his family, and never complains. He will rub my feet, vacuum and even dust. He is a great uncle, and will one day be an even better dad. He is my best friend, and my rock.
Mrs.
I am wife, Nannie, Christian, cousin, friend, best friend, lover, fighter, don't take no for an answer-er. I love my husband with my entire being and my nephews stole my heart the moment I heard their cry in the delivery room. My cat, is my child.
Emilee Claire
Born June 26, Emilee came into the world with the namesake of an angel. Each and every day with her is a blessing. Our little girl is the light of our lives.
Sophie
She is our child. She is bad. She is spoiled and I admit its my fault. She likes purified water, and doesn't like to see an empty food bowl. She snuggles with me at night, and listens to my darkest secrets. She is in my corner at tough times, and knows that a lick on the nose will make me smile. She is the comedy that fills our night times, and the snuggler that I hold on to after a bad day.
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