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The Way We Spend Our Days Is the Way We Spend Our Lives

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Notes for your future therapist

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The Way We Spend Our Days Is the Way We Spend Our Lives The Way We Spend Our Days Is the Way We Spend Our Lives Notes for your future therapist Monday, February 05, 2024 Teddy, Four Years On Four years ago today I would go into labor with Teddy. We knew many things about him already. We knew even that his name was Teddy. But the list of things I wish I could now tell myself that day is heartbreakingly long and breaks my heart. I didn't know how much I would truly love him. I didn't know how much I was about to miss out on by wallowing in my sense of overwhelm about raising a child like him. I thought so much in terms of "a child like him" rather than just him. Four years on, I am haunted by knowing that I had everything back then. Everything. And I didn't see it. I didn't appreciate it. It would take me far too long before I did, and it would be only after I lost invaluable pieces of the gifts God had given me: moments that build relationships, that build our souls and our l...

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