Sometimes Riley has a hard time breathing.

Today I ran on the FDR in between Riley’s Nebulizer treatments at the hospital.  I ran so fast and i cried so hard.  I wanted to scream.

I ran so that I could walk back into the hospital looking like I have my shit together… and so that I don’t cry in front of my girl… and because I’m falling apart

These days I’m running away to come back stronger

This is Riley

I know you’re going to be ok Rye because you’re everything in my heart reduced into a drop. And I refuse to let go.  And anyway no one dances with me like you do in the morning.

I’ve been listening to Red Eyes on repeat to keep me going… even though your eyes are blue and grey.