By Alisa Bowman
I wasn’t going to write this post. I wasn’t going to write it because it’s about a topic that I’ve found so hard to write about that I’ve avoided writing it all week. In fact, I had to drink a beer in order to bring myself to write this post.
I also wasn’t going to write it because I asked you what you wanted to read on this site, and only a few of you indicated that you wanted to read sweet stories about my husband. I get it. If you are in a bad place, the last thing you want to read is a story about someone in a good place.
But you know what? I’m going to tell the story anyway.
I am because I told this story to a good friend earlier this week and her reaction was, “Aw.” She didn’t say, “Really? With everything going on in my life you have to go and tell me about... More...
