Coming to terms with losing my husband and sharing my faith. "A Bible that's falling apart belongs to someone who isn't"
Came an hour early, banging on the door like a bill collector. I wasn't dressed. In my bathrobe.
Awkward. Then he was *so* worried about blocking part of #6s driveway, until I told him how rude the man has been about blocking OUR driveway.
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