"words have not been invented to describe what i feel about the cold" (said after coming in from outside)
laughter then silence (from me)
i hear a rustling around upstairs
so i ask "what are you doing?"
"putting on two pairs of socks"
"then i am going to rescue a damsel in distress" (a friend whose back blew out this morning and can't shovel her driveway)
laughter again (from me) and then thankfulness and gratefulness for a man that cares so deeply about others.
love this man that i call mine...
even though he looses his keys every time he comes home:)
~type to you soon~
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Very sweet. I feel the same about my man. God is good. I am incredibly blessed. :)
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