“I Can’t Blow Up Balloons. Never could. Never will. #cleftlife”

Then we had our second cleft-affected son. Silly me had my moment of grief. I thought everyone would tell me I don’t deserve to have kids and that I am selfish. I honestly had a “pity me” cry session for a day and then I was over it. The day our son was born, I realized I’d been dealt this card for a reason.

Your appearance shows who you are, how you were born, what you’ve been through and how beautiful you are.


What did they expect me to say? “Well I was careening off a cliff when suddenly a condor swooped down and cut my nose up!”


My filter may look a little strange, or a little different than other people, but I am so thankful for it.