Interrupted Giggle

Last night I gave Wil a hug before bed and as a joke he blew on my cheek. I started laughing, and he started laughing. He kept trying to blow on my cheek again and again but each blow was interrupted by his uncontrollable giggles.

This is the magic that you don’t know; that you can’t know, when your world is shattered by a diagnosis. This kind of story would not fill the void you feel until you walk the walk each day to the other side. That’s when every day is filled with pieces of magic, and you can’t help but cheer for the life you have now with each interrupted giggle.

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