I love you so much my little lady. If nieces were superpowers, you’d be mine, because you make my heart stronger, my days brighter, and my life way more fun.

I love you so much my little man It's my job to say yes! And my nephew knows it all too well.

You cannot change yesterday, you cannot predict tomorrow. Today is the only gift you have. That is why we call it the “present”. Have a good day!

Grief doesn't just hurt your heart. It changes the person you are. The old version of you Doesn't quite fit any more. And thats okay You're not failing Because you can't be The person you used to be. You're slowly learning How to carry your loss and keep living. It

Sometimes the hardest battle is not with the world, but with the voice inside you that keeps replaying old pain. OLD MEMORIES ANXIETY SELF DOUBT Your past may explain your fear. It may explain your silence. It may explain why you built walls to survive. BUILT TO SURYIVE But healing begins whe

I whispered in vour ear today, you thought it was the breeze - so I tumbled through a feather and landed at your feet. I sang a happy, little song from high up in a tree - but something else distracted you and you missed my melod,y. I thought, I must shine brighter, so I painted you a sky - I sen

I talk to animals and smile at clouds. I listen to raindrops as they hit the pavement. I guess how old trees are. I believe in gratitude. I try to save ladybugs from certain death. And I look for things in nature that remind me of myself. Like a flower breaking through where it wasn't suppos

There is a quiet kind of grief that no one talks about. It is grieving the future that never happened. The birthdays that will never be celebrated together. The conversations that will never take place. The dreams that ended before they ever had the chance to begin. People see you mourning the pe

One of the loneliest parts of grief is realizing that the world remembers the date they died, but you remember the wav thev lived. You remember the sound of their laughter, the way thev looked at vou, the little habits no one else noticed. and the countless ordinarv moments that became extraordina

I think the saddest part is that If you came back today, I would believe your apology but I could never believe the future the same way again. Trust does not break when someone leaves. It breaks when they teach you that their love can disappear without warning. And honestly, that Is why I cannot go

The maple that I loved last fall Now stands with empty hands; Its crimson robe has drifted down Across the barren land. For after every barren limb, The tender buds appear; The robin finds its way once more When warmer days draw near. The songbirds that filled every dawn Have long since flown awa