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stretch armstrong

Some days are hard. Let’s be honest, most days are hard. Motherhood on its own is hard enough. Add a chronic illness on top of it and, well, you know? It’s just hard.

And then on those hard days, little glimpses of heaven.

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And little glimpses of innocence.

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These people that stretch me hard, love me harder.

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