Lately, I have been finding that raising my 8-year-old son has become tiring, challenging and simply difficult. I look at him some days and wonder who the heck is he? Why is he acting the way he is acting? Why is it impossible for him to listen to me the first time? Why is everything... Continue Reading →
Before we met, I knew you…
Before we met, I knew you... I knew what you would look like. How you would smell. How it would feel to hold you and have you lay in my arms. Before we met, I knew you... We would be closer than any two people could be. My heart would burst with joy and love... Continue Reading →