Bruce spent a few hours in a auto salvage yard this past Saturday and he’s my hero.
Why would my husband hanging out with broken down/smashed/torn up cars make me so proud, you ask?
Well, I’ll tell ya.
You see he left the house driving a car that could only transport our four boys plus one friend. When he pulled back into our driveway (my smiling face and ...
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I’m fine… I’ve got it…. I’ll be okay…This is what I do.
Why don’t I accept their help?
I have ...