breakfast with kyra

Breakfast with Kyra

I miss Kyra every second of every day. I miss Kyra’s smile, her laugh, her voice and the way she embraced life. And, every morning, I miss our breakfasts together. Kyra was becoming a fiercely independent toddler. “I do it, Momma. I do it,” is what she would always say. In the morning, we would … Read more