I was going to write a story about the time I had ants in my pants in Ethiopia (sounds like a mad lib, but it’s true).
"You opened your eyes and looked at me, and my theology changed.."
All I have so far are nephews and a niece, but I cried when I read that line.
I think it’s same love, different flavor my friend.
"You opened your eyes and looked at me, and my theology changed.."
All I have so far are nephews and a niece, but I cried when I read that line.
I think it’s same love, different flavor my friend.