Some ordinary mornings turn into sacred memories  .
This photo was taken on our stairs after breakfast — cereal on the floor, left untouched  .

My girls climbed up beside me, one on each side, holding close  . I am their mother, living with stage 4 breast cancer  . What matters is being here — hearing their laughter, their small arguments, their voices calling from the next room  . Some days I feel steady.

Other days I sit in silence, letting their sounds warm the house  . In those moments, I place everything in God’s hands  . No speeches. Just one prayer: stay with us. Please pray for my girls  .