Hands shaking, heart racing uncomfortably. Seth's parents were at home with our four boys so we could enjoy an "evening out." Walking with bated trepidity into Fetal Studios I still felt some degree of hope that just perhaps I might finally hear ...
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How a house becomes a home: { Part 2 }
The other day I was feeling a little gloomy. Okay, a lot. Disheartened, disillusioned, depressed. I wondered if my contribution to life, to the world around me, held any significance at all. We had just finished all of our Halloween ...
