Perfectly Imperfect
Lights will guide you home...and I will try to fix you.
She sat across the table from me but was a million miles away. She’d been telling me for days that she was fine, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and, though I sensed there were things she needed to say, I didn’t press the issue. In all our years of marriage, if I know one thing about my wife, it’s that she needs time to process things before she is ready to talk about them. Patience doesn’t always come easy to...
