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

I wrote this in personal reflection, after sharing the Social Services Knocking On My Door story … it feels like it wants to be shared as a stand alone post … I once had a