I was laying with Jayt (my 5-month-old) in bed. He was staring up at me sweetly and smiling. I was kissing his neck and temple. The two of us just snuggling so contentedly together. I said, “Oh, I’m so in love! I could just stay here forever! This is love.” Continue reading “The Hard Work of Love”
Have you ever had someone hold a knife to your throat? I have certainly never been in that position.
Or have I?