“He follows my eyes and curses, then slides his hands beneath my legs and back. "What are you doing?" "Picking you up so we can run!" "Don't be daft, my hand is broken, not my feet!" "Right, that was stupid.… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies. — J.R. Miller Copy Share Image
