I worked until 10 p.m. on Monday night and Andrew was very busy all day. As we settled into bed for the evening, we finally had a chance to talk. We checked in on each others' day and then there was that silence right before you fall asleep.
What did my husband break the silence with?
"I love you," "Goodnight," or "Sweet dreams"?
No.
"I want a pickle."
4 comments:
hey, sometimes you just know what you want.
This post is why I love blogs.
At least he was honest.
The longer you're married, the more your definition of romance... shall I say, "evolves?"
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