He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"I was just home with my son putting him down for a nap when a lady knocked on my door saying she was with Delaware County Child Protective Services and they were here to remove Ja’vonni from my care."
"I felt this warmth that enveloped me. I felt the presence of God. I realized that Jesus paid the price for my sin ... I was a walking dead man and now I'm alive in Christ."
"My hands and feet got hot and sweaty. He described what he saw with just enough detail for me to get the point. I was in shock. I could see things but they were blurry, I could hear, but it was unclear, muffled."
"It may seem that we have left all our caring, our heart, and our love at work, then have come home to you empty. We probably have. But we don't tell you that many times at work that we are mired by anxiety, we are scared."
