I found some much needed inspiration today on this 11th anniversary of your diagnosis. I know you’re tired, baby. I know in your sweet three year old mind, you think life will always be like this. I promise you, sweetheart, it will not.
Don’t get used to those shots and medicines and scary things, baby, because we are almost halfway done.
I don’t have much by the way of inspired wisdom, but I love you and the pride I have in you is utterly immeasurable.
My cup runneth over Kate. Over and over and over.