I'm a Psychology Major. Married to a giant. Mommy to a beautiful baby. I love writing, long walks to the refrigerator, and napping.
Because you are Broken
You will NEVER understand what love truly means.
Love is foreign. It’s something alien and you don’t believe people who tell you they love you.
Because You are Broken
Dear Little One,
I wonder about you often. I wonder about what your going to look like. Are you going to have Daddy’s gorgeous curls or my wavy hair? Are you going to have my sky blue eyes or have your Daddy’s deep brown with a hint of green? Are you going to have bright red hair like your Uncle on your Daddy’s side…