Love… it’s like having a farm. There are times when it’s all about abundance—green pastures, breathtaking sunsets, so many strawberries that you couldn’t possibly stuff in another bite, no matter how delicious they are. But, there are a lot of times loving someone includes stumbling over a fair share of thistles. If they aren’t rooted out, it’ll grow a foot a day until everything is prickly and sharp. It’s hail and thunder and wind that can make grown trees bow and succumb. There’s slippery mud and barbed wire and weeds that strangle out everything else. So many weeds…”
