I sent out some love, too, by way of a surprise card to my online friend Di. She's received it, so I can post it. I think she's amazing and she loves pink! (I love the silver embossed elephant with that embossing folder background that looks so perfect with it.)
Since my brain cells are being
This is not 1973, I remind myself . . . this is not my sister lying next to me in the same bed, hogging all the blankets, breathing on me and periodically slamming her leg against the mattress so hard the entire bed shakes. No, this is my husband. The man that I love, the man that I voluntarily chose to spend the next one hundred years sleeping beside, which right now, at three in the morning, seems like a very bad choice, but what did I know? Who can predict these things? He slept like a dead person (and so did I) until our early thirties, at which point I stopped sleeping and he started driving his pigs to market in the middle of the night.
~Paraphrased from The Slippery Year: A Meditation on Happily Ever After by Melanie Gideon
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As always, thank you for stopping by and leaving me some love. You know I'll return the flavor, even if it takes me all week!