I am preparing for my moot and the house is chilly. So I grabbed an afghan and am sitting at the kitchen table working. Bruce sees me and without saying anything turns up the heat and starts the kettle. Before he takes the kids with him to church (he is teaching the bible study after Vespers), he makes me a pot of tea and brings to me the pot, a cup, a spoon and the honey. I didn’t say anything, and he totally met my needs.
I really am truly blessed and haven’t done anything to deserve the love he gives me. But I love him so much for it. Thank you, God, for giving me the best husband in the world.
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