
Pero What Do I Know…
About six weeks ago, I thought I knew a decent amount about love. Then my first child was born. But this post isn’t actually about him. It’s about his dad. Elisha’s delivery was not textbook. It was very rough, a little scary and left me with a long recovery period after leaving the hospital. Honestly I don’t remember a lot about the first two weeks … Continue reading Pero What Do I Know…