My grandmother married young. She was madly in love. Tall, dark and handsome he was. Gentle, charming and he adored her. His name was Ralph. They lived on his parents’ dairy farm as a young

It has been 4 years since that social services story. My oldest daughter, the one that took the lady in high heels for a walk all over over farm and asked her to please come

My Valentine Is me The closer I get to loving every part of me The more passionate my love grows for he He does not complete me Yet I am complete I do not complete