Monday, February 13, 2012
Eighteen years ago yesterday I married the guy in the bow tie. He wasn't wearing a bow tie that day.
He is a good father.
A thoughtful musician.
Handy around the house. Or in this case, my mother-in law's house.
My dearest friend.
And because of him all of this . . .
. . . belongs to me.
He settles the childless woman in her home as a
of children. Praise the LORD.
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