Sometimes, with storybook romances and love… You have things from childhood you share. Childhoods can come in many flavors. Giggles and laughter. Good times, slow times… Rough times, poor times.
Sometimes, it’s a Neopolitan with more sprinkles than you can handle. (Ice cream analogies anyone?)
This blog post from my wife is very hard to read. It makes me cry…
I’m glad she shared it. We both keep too many things inside.