Surround yourself with wheat not weeds (Tares). I heed caution in this warning for it can be very deceiving, weeds stand tall but wheat bows down.
The day has come where it’s time for her to leave. You’ve bought her all she could possible need (and then some), you’ve packed all that you could fit into that car. At this point not even a cotton ball would fit. She’s ready; you’re not. Let her go; she’ll be okay. Throughout the years … More Let her go, she’ll be okay…..