It was a cold Friday evening in January. The morning temperature was 26 degrees below zero. School was cancelled because of the wind-chill temps of 45 below.
Brian was out of town for the weekend so it was just 6 year old Brielle and me. What could we do for fun tonight?
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Here’s a glimpse into the past few days for me:
Standing in our kitchen, I hold on tighter and seconds longer than a “normal” hug. I first hug Brielle, then Brian. Brian squeezes tighter too. “I’ll be thinking of you, babe. I hope your scans go well.” The tone of his voice tells me we’re both thinking the same thing.
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