Today is Maylee’s birthday. Special occasions like these can be difficult with a chronic illness, especially when you’re in a crash. These days are hard—not because of the fatigue and pain but because of the memory of the former me. The one who would have been able to wake up early, hang banners, blow up balloons and make pancakes with a candle in the middle. Today our celebrations are quiet. My body not able to do much. This is where I am learning to give myself grace. My illness doesn’t limit my love or intentions. Sometimes, the most meaningful memories come from the quiet, uncelebrated moments, the ones that happen when life is messy and imperfect. She comes into my room and gives me a big hug and says in her sweet voice, “love you.” My heart swells with love. These smallest moments are the biggest celebrations. If you are ill in any way, physically, mentally or

spiritually remember you are enough, just as you are.