Our days are full of busy. He on the phone all day, dealing with crisis, dealing with cars. Talking to strangers and juggling things that have to get done right now. Me folding laundry, washing dishes, kissing tears away and rocking a teething baby.
Our nights are just us. Even when we've had a long day, I look forward to finally laying my head on his strong shoulder, all our eyes heavy. Whatever kind of day we've had, I love how it ends with me being the little spoon in his arms. "Good night baby, I love you".
When I used to think of my future family, I always imagined a tidy house full of pets and happy children. We'd have a nice car, a picket fence, and apple pies in the window. What I didn't imagine was someone who was so perfectly fit to the puzzle piece that is me. I like God's imagination.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder.
~Charles Morgan
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