Dana L. ButlerFeb 191 min readUntitledIt’s Sunday evening. The kids are falling asleep upstairs. I’m cleaning up the kitchen, and Stan makes his way downstairs to help with the dishes — bless his heart.I can’t hold it in any longeKnow someone who'd appreciate this? 1 view
It’s Sunday evening. The kids are falling asleep upstairs. I’m cleaning up the kitchen, and Stan makes his way downstairs to help with the dishes — bless his heart.I can’t hold it in any longeKnow someone who'd appreciate this?
