Dana L. ButlerFeb 19, 20201 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 view0 comments
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?
