Is there anything on earth like the comfort of anticipating a good man coming home at the end of the day? If the day has been rotten, I can safely melt into his arms. If it has been great, I have his warm smile and good cheer. If the day has been some mixture of both, he knows how to somehow both empathize and celebrate. Life is glorious and terrifying. What would I do, how ever did I live without such a partner to see me through it all?
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 00:22:40 +0000