Today I realized that sometimes I leave certain weeds because I think they are charming and/or I think they have potential to turn out interesting.
Then I thought, this may or may not be a parallel to the way I allowed boys to wander in my life before Gar...
Then I looked down and thought, charming or not, you're still a weed.
And I reached down and yanked that weed out.
2 comments:
fascinating metaphor :)
i love weeding. what were you weeding? a garden?
i love being married to good guys--the best ever!
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