Stories of Grace: I Need To See Your Face
“Mommy?” Her tiny voice sounded from beneath the wooden dock where my husband and I were casting our fishing line into the sparkling pond at our home. “Yes?” I answered, mirroring her voice inflection. “Mommy?!” She chirped again, and this time her voice was accompanied with a vigorous splashing as she swam out from beneath… Read More Stories of Grace: I Need To See Your Face