Love Means Buying All the Things

It’s the morning of V-Day, Henry woke up at his usual 6 a.m., and as I rolled out of bed, I began my usual scroll through last night’s Facebook posts. Lots of posts about people’s kids being their Valentines. And then I remembered. Nope. I did nothing for this holiday. I’ve decided that maybe I’mContinue reading “Love Means Buying All the Things”