I saw a picture on Facebook time hop this morning. It was of my youngest, the baby who triggered the postpartum psychosis.

For so long I thought God was crazy for sending Graysen along. I knew God saw the full picture but this time I did not want to come along willingly.

Back to the point, I saw this picture, it was of me kissing him and he had the biggest smile, the one that makes smile wrinkles even on a 7 month old. I could almost hear his baby giggle as I looked at the picture of me kissing him over and over.

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