It’s amazing how just three short years ago, my daughter thought of my son as a pariah who was not to be trusted, engaged, cuddled, loved. At least that’s how it seemed back then. I don’t think about that time…
The random musings of a stay-at-home mom chasing a dream
It’s amazing how just three short years ago, my daughter thought of my son as a pariah who was not to be trusted, engaged, cuddled, loved. At least that’s how it seemed back then. I don’t think about that time…