Today morning, I wanted to speak with you but I couldn’t, I have previously told you how I framed your message and how I look at it every day. You are my youngest friend and I treasure you.
Now I look at your words every day as I framed them and they remind me that I am loved, and have to continue fighting.
I have been learning to walk and talk which is why I call your mom some days and I have to keep on keeping on. I will be honest, the going gets tough sometimes but I have to keep going. Right now there are some body imperfections but we shall get there.I know that you love cakes and baking. Recovery is a process, just like how you love cake, it undergoes a process to become a final product and that’s where we are. As long as we learn to value Progression no matter how small it is, the small wins will begin happening.