When One Door Closes… #upbeatauthors

Back in 2008, my youngest daughter and her husband packed up everything they owned and moved from Utah, where we had all been living in close proximity to one another, to Florida, [image error]something like 25 gazillion miles away. They hadn’t been married all that long, so my son-in-law was still something of an unknown commodity to me. I liked him…a lot…but now he was taking my baby so far away I couldn’t be there if she needed me. I wanted to trust him with her, but could I?

To make it even worse, he...