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… and uncertainty, my little one’s innocent gaze ignited in me a strength I didn’t know I possessed. His tiny grip on my finger was my grounding force, his coos my silent sermons of courage. Through sleepless nights and tear-stained days, the drumming rhythm of his heartbeat was my anthem of hope.
Katherine Myrestad
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Beautiful writing—powerful sentiments 🩵🩵🤍
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