The other night I wrote an email to Matt that I’m sure he wishes I had not sent. It went something like: Come get this BLEEPING child before I kill my BLEEPING self. I tell y’all the good, and so I must tell y’all the bad. Sometimes life and motherhood and work and home all get to be too much- and that’s when I loose my BLEEP. God I love this child, how I love […]


