Last Christmas, I was at his house. Sitting in his childhood home with all the family, we opened gifts, shared stories, even pulled out the ancient slide machine. It was magical; it was forever. At least I thought so at the time.
This year, I simply couldn’t head back to my parents like the relational failure I was. While no one was pointing fingers, I couldn’t take the looks of pity or the gentle pats that were accompanied by “I really liked this one …” So did I. Read More
We'll just skip right over the whole argument about if there is really "one" person for each person and jump to the part where we, regardless of what we may previously have believed on that topic, discovered "the one" in our own lives. It's hard to argue against “the one” when he is staring you in the face, isn’t it? Some have never felt this, bless you. Others know exactly what I am saying and are nodding along right now.