So… thanks. Like, really, thank you. I’m always a little surprised when I get a notification that someone is following this blog because…. where do you blessed people come from? Maybe this is weird. Sorry. Thanks anyway. Take my awkward gesture of love, please. You can always throw it out when I leave. It gets a little messy over here sometimes. And a little heavy…. Okay, a lot heavy. And sometimes I get sentimental because children come with hormones and I already had a suitcase of nostalgia before they got here. And you have probably seen more of my heart than you really volunteered to see, right? Like when you…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.