A Sweet Man
September 30, 2012
One nice thing about working is that the weekend feels different. We rarely set the alarm clock, and resent it when we have to. Rather than leaping out of bed, we hold each other tight and take some time to express our gratefulness for another day together.
I am married to a very nice man and yesterday morning, I told him so. “You are a sweet man,” I said as we lay in bed together.
“You made me that way,” he replied.
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