Love isn’t about the way a person looks, it’s about the connection you have with someone’s heart. It’s the butterflies you get in your stomach when you know you’re going to see them; it’s the comfort their presence brings you, without them saying anything. It’s knowing that you don’t have to doll yourself up all the time to impress them, because they’re impressed with the way God created you. They don’t love you because of the adornments you use to be fashionable or beautiful for a materialistic world.
When I was still a perfect parent–living under my parents’ roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn’t keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I’d understand them, and treat them with “respect”.
When I first started writing this blog, the original plan was to show all the happiness and joy this walk brought me.
Memories on My Father’s Birthday Today is my father’s birthday. He’s no longer here to celebrate it, but each year on this day, I still say a prayer and send him a wish. It’s quiet, and it’s ours. My whole adult life, my father was my closest friend. Even when I made mistakes, I…