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.”
"With the recent announcement of my third pregnancy, I’ve received a surprising number of folks in shock. Of note, aside from the speechless faces and mouths agape, I’ve heard a particular phrase way more than I expected..."
"A few months ago my 2-year-old daughter and I were driving home from dinner and as we pulled onto our street a lump formed in my throat and big, ugly tears began to stream down my face; I realized that tonight was our very last night ever just the two of us to do my daughter’s bath time and bedtime routine..."
