My heart belongs to a man who took me to paint pottery on our first date. A man who exudes love and patience and humility. A man who has become a wonderful father, who gives more than takes and who extends grace like it is going out of style.
There are two little ones who call me, Momma, and they are the subjects and inspiration for many of my posts.
I am quiet until you get to know me. An introvert of sorts. My husband may disagree with me on that, though.
This little space of the Internet serves as my therapy. I write because it helps me process the world around me. I write because I need to free up space in my brain. I write because it makes me happy.
The End.
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