If I were an inanimate object, I'd be a coloring book. I'd rest my back on hardwood floors; pages open, waiting to be filled. Suddenly, two sets of elbows pin me down. I meet eye to eye with a sharp, colored pencil and scream, "On guard!" Then there's childlike laughter. I relax a little, knowing they will play with me and love me, even if just for a moment. I will be filled with bright blues, greens and reds, even if it’s outside the line. Because you can't expect much from children. Read more of Love Trips: My Baby Suitor.
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