My son’s Valentine’s candy triggered a painful memory that ambushed me this week. That memory, his reaction, and when past is neither prologue nor even really past.
Beautifully written with the heart as you always do when you delve into your past, linking it to the present and pondering the future. Nikki and the boys are very lucky to have you as husband and father. And I’m privileged to count you as a dear friend.
Beautifully written with the heart as you always do when you delve into your past, linking it to the present and pondering the future. Nikki and the boys are very lucky to have you as husband and father. And I’m privileged to count you as a dear friend.
The privilege is mine, dear Rosa.