Sitting in the bleachers, watching families filter in with balloons, leis, and flowers, among other gifts, was seemingly overwhelming. What it must feel like to be their children, or to be a part of their family. Families that go all out for the milestones in life always have me wondering where I am going wrong. Watching families share in their excitement for this moment, was like sitting in the movie theater watching a plot unfold. How must I look sitting shoulder to shoulder with these parents? Perhaps, I am just overthinking this.
My fourth child, my baby, my youngest, was Continue reading