He’s laughing in my arms like the world has always been kind.
Like fear never stood at the door.
Like loss was never a possibility.

He doesn’t know how close I came to not being here.
How many nights I begged God in whispers when my strength was gone.

And in that laugh, God reminds me why I kept praying ✨

I’m holding my little boy, breathing without fear, holding a truth that still feels unreal:
“My mom is cancer free.” 🎗️🤍

There were hospital rooms.
Exhausted days.Tears soaked into pillows.
Prayers spoken in the dark when hope felt fragile.

And God stayed.

The scars are part of my story —
but so is His grace 🕊️