Just a little story to illustrate that after almost 17 years, my husband still loves me.
We took Sophie for a walk tonight, a new nightly ritual, and it was fairly cold. I was wearing a fleece jacket, Mike a fleece-lined sweatshirt. As soon as we left, I knew I should have worn something warmer! Brrrrrr! Two blocks later I was starting to shiver. So Mike offers to switch with me. What?? You want to wear my fleece? Sure, he says. So we switch. I got the warm, cozy, oversize sweatshirt and Mike wore my fleece which just barely covered his elbows and maybe reached his belly button. If that's not love, I don't know what is. Romantic, he is not. But the boy still loves me.
Home Sweet Home! by The Pioneer Woman
3 years ago
2 comments:
What a sweet guy, I think that it is an age thing though. I think that age and wisdom are something that come with time. I think our "boys" are finally growing up and proving it.
Oh... that's such a sweet story!
Becca
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