The blog of Christopher Gullmans
Beat, little heart, your daddy's got you safe and sound, Let my arms be your fortress and your rock solid ground, That you may look upon the world not out of worry and fear, Knowing you can meet it head-on with love as your spear. Beat, little heart, show the world you've got what it... Continue Reading →
I find myself sitting here, half-way through my vacation, staring out the window. Outside, the rain pours down, and I think to myself, "some vacation this is." And then I stop myself and remember why the grass is green, why the birds fly, and why I was able to have a proper meal on my... Continue Reading →
No matter the culture, no matter the language, no matter the child–one universal fact transcends every border and every notion man could ever invent: a child is born to love. There are many things a child can do without, but a sense of belonging isn’t one of them. But I am about to have a... Continue Reading →
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