As love grows, so do we. Picture perfect blurred by all the things we didn’t see. The really tough pieces of life all laid out upon our table, pieces undone and rearranged, doing all that we are able. Still holding hands, still a place to rest, holding on through the storms when it feels like …
This I believe – love is not always a feeling. Love is a choice. A Mother’s Love She holds onto my leg; I can’t get away from her. She loves me – I know she loves me. Without me, she would not exist. I feed her and I clothe her. I teach her and I …
It’s a Choice I read a post circulating that said that every day is Valentine’s Day when you are with someone you really love. This, I say, is just not true. Every day is Valentine’s is a lie. The longer I am married and the longer I am alive, I am convinced more and more …
