A nectar-filled reflection about peaches, romance, and real-life fairy tales.
It wasn’t fancy or expensive. It wasn’t extra work. It was the thought and appreciation of the other. It was a pure willing of the good of another – it was agapic – love like only God can love.
How a broken mixer, six months, and some old-fashioned elbow grease taught me a lesson about the Sacrament of Marriage
The first in a series about my family and my past – and we eat our feelings!