1. Jamin and I ventured to one of our fave outdoor local restaurants recently with the kids in tow. Just when I think our faces will melt and we’ll die if we ever try to eat out again, there’s this little place that feels like we’re at some Euro pub in the countryside of not…
And no one died.
Jamin is a youth minister. It is summer. I shall now let those statements stand alone. On their own. So that the utmost recognition and camaraderie from youth minister wives everywhere may nod in solemn, unified empathy. I did the single parenting gig. Alone. For two weeks. Two. Weeks. I will do it again and…