Carissa was saying she was a terrible mom and that she couldn't do this anymore. I left work an hour later and came home to find Carissa holding Reagan and sitting on the floor. Carissa was bawling her eyes out, and Reagan was asleep. Carissa handed Reagan to me and just cried into my shoulder for what felt like hours.
Have you ever had a place where you really felt at home? Maybe it was at a job, or a friend's house. Maybe it was at school or church. Regardless of where it was, I know that you always looked forward to being there.