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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
