I’ve missed being here in this creative writing environment, but life happens. Love waits for no one. When home calls, you go.
Promises made with a heart full of love. Promises kept. Promises unbroken. Promises of the heart are not made lightly. Promises run deep and become the backbone to the relationships which are your family. The family you are born into, the family you choose, the family you love; people who love and care for you like you love and care for them.
When you need them, they’re there. When they need you, you’re there.
Internet access or not. So what if I hauled laptops and didn’t blog: I was there and that’s all that matters.