My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Tim’s sketchbook

When the movie started, Tim picked up his sketchbook and opened it on his lap. The pencil glided silently across the page, as if drawing helped him to be present in the moment. I watched his attentive fingers, wanting to discover what he had chosen to portray there. Unable to peek without giving myself away, I felt my curiosity growing. What he was creating seemed to have weight – perhaps it was the clue I needed to better understand what was going on in his soul.

Tim’s Sketchbook