Every time I see him I am struck by how solid he is. How tall he is, how big—how he wraps around me when I move to embrace him and dwarfs me, encloses me. How glad it makes me.
♥
Every time I see him I am struck by how solid he is. How tall he is, how big—how he wraps around me when I move to embrace him and dwarfs me, encloses me. How glad it makes me.
♥
December 5, 2013
Categories: Happy, I Love You, Love, My Husband, Thoughts, You . . Author: Me . Comments: Leave a comment