The Mountain Between Us

by Charles Martin

Marry the man who’s going to walk with you through the next fifty or sixty years. Open doors, hold your hand, make your coffee, rub lotion on the cracks of your feet, put you up on a pedestal where you belong. Is he marrying your face and your bottle-blond hair, or will he love you when you look like whoever you’re going to look like in fifty years?”

laughter can heal the hurt places.”

Forgiveness is a tough thing. Both in the offering…and the accepting.

Maybe love is bigger than my mess.