Leaping mole hills before they become mountains in a single bound
There’s a pattern forming here Namely, weekends
This photograph has a story that begs to be told. It is part of a collection of old family photos that I inherited a few years ago. There’s nothing to indicate when or where this picture was taken. I don’t recognize the couple. They don’t appear in any of the other faded images in the
This is an exchange I had with my two-and-a-half-year-old niece during Easter dinner.
It only took a snapshot of my nephew to remind me what unconditional love feels like.
Looking back, here are eight things I’m grateful for in 2018. 1. Tirza I’ve been pretty shameless sharing with everyone how lucky I am to have started dating Tirza in 2018. We briefly met once before she agreed to go on a date with me. I sent her a Facebook friend request after bumping into