I’m not afraid to talk about my strokes. I guess some people would rather not hear all about it, but that’s how I do things.
I did it back when I talked about Peyton having cancer. I told it honestly, openly and didn’t hold much back. I tried not to make it Lifetime-movie-of-the-week, but I wanted people to understand what my daughter was going through, what we were going through.
So, why would I do this any different?
I want you to understand how hard it can be, how much we love to laugh, how this can make us cry, how we’re inspired to be so silly.
I mean, is there a way to show tired my husband can be at night? Could I ever hope to show how sweet those moments are when Rachael wraps her arms around me. Then I want to share the happiness when we all just bust out and let loose cracking up because Nathaniel told another joke.
This is my only way.
This is what I have. And this is my story.
Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it isn’t.