Tonight not only did she know I loved her, but she knew every single reason why.
I remember feeling nervous as a 9th grade girl—wanting to feel pretty, fretting over whether my outfit and hair were just right, putting on a face of confidence when I was terrified on the inside.
By Vicky Willenberg. I have made a conscious effort to keep you ladies in mind as I've raised my boys.
Perfect father leaves the baby in the car; mother who can’t keep track of anything is relieved.