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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

It’s November and that means that this 70-something goes to bed with a cold-handed husband.  Not that my hands are all that warm, but his are like ice.  We’ve tried warming them with a hot water bottle, but that is a) too much trouble and b) doesn’t do the job.  So we do the best we can, but I have been known to jump out of my skin at his touch.  Not exactly a romantic situation.

The morning is totally different.  Our hands are toasty warm when we reach for each other.  Yesterday, I complimented Peter on his warm hands. 

“Thanks,” he said.  “I’ve been working on it all night.”

 

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Kate

That's so romantic! I love this story! (Well, really, every story too)

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