I was sitting at the foot of the bed with my dear friend, filling our last priceless moments together as full as possible before she got in her car to drive home to another state after a precious four-day stay in my home. It was so endearing, so sweet that she felt right at home to … Continue reading
Expectations. That word has confused, justified, liberated and chained me over the years. It’s nearly destroyed me and my marriage. At the beginning, my expectations seemed quite endearing. There would be glorious breakfasts in bed. I would both serve and be served a perfect plate of hot scrambled eggs, chewy bacon, fluffy croissants and sweet, … Continue reading
