These were my grandpas favorite cookies. I would always climb up in his recliner and eat two of them with him.
It’s crazy how a tiny little bag of cookies takes you back 42 years.
A little twinkle. A little smile. A little heart jump.
Miss you pepa. 💙

I went grocery shopping today. Tatums home for a little while so my list looks a little different for a Type 1 Diabetic.
Somewhere as I walked up & down the isles I got to thinking how different some things are.
Let me clear, Tatum can eat anything she wants to. She just has to dose for it. Like her pancreas on the outside of her body.
She can not however drink anything she wants. Liquid sugar is the worst thing a T1D can do.
However, she likes to make good choices with carbs and sugar bc even though she CAN eat doesn’t make it with out consequences. Sugar spikes. Lethargy. Mood swings. Irritability. Just to name a few.

So, she tries to make minor changes to create major improvements.
Lettuce instead of bread.
Egg tortillas. Etc.

When I was thinking about this I was thinking about how many moms and families make adjustments to make their T1D more comfortable. Yet we have never really done that. Not sure why. Except Tatum has always been my pickiest eater so I guess I’m just used to her doing her own thing anyway.
Then it struck me. She wouldn’t even want us to or ask us to. And that got me thinking.

Wes and I instilled something in her long before she was diagnosed. Perseverance. T1D is like normal life. Bc we taught her that no matter what life throws at you, you get up. You stand tall. You handle it. You have 15 min to complain then you find a solution.

We raised a strong, independent, fearless little beast. Bc T1D IS HARD. It’s LIFE CHANGING.

But what are we going to do about it?
LIVE.

Praise God on the Mountain and in the Valley.
We are so proud of our girl. Tatum you’re amazing. 🩵

My new free shoes. 🤎🧡🖤