FEED LOVE
My mother has spent her life feeding us love. Her love languages are acts of service and quality time, but that is only because cooking is not technically one of the five love languages.
My mother has spent her life feeding us love. Her love languages are acts of service and quality time, but that is only because cooking is not technically one of the five love languages.
Security is our fingers interlocked as we adventure. The grip is loose and free, but it holds us together tightly.