And miles and miles to go…
Hanah (one ‘n’ Hanah). Her story is unique, just like the spelling of her name, and it is only just beginning… This amazing woman has stood out in my mind for many years now, and believe it or not, I have actually only met her in person twice. If you count social media, we have been “friends” for over four years now, yet it feels as if I have known (or needed to know) her soul for decades. Our paths crossed as my older daughter and her son were both invited to a sibling birthday party, with her son being friends with the little boy and my daughter being friends with the little girl. Now, being the introvert that I am, I dread (capital D) these types of forced social interactions where parents make surface level small talk to fill awkward space and time. This particular party was at a local, indoor waterpark, and because my daughter was still quite young at the time, I decided to stay. So, there I am, sitting on a …