My husband went to the supermarket

sense of humor and heart.

“You’re something else,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He kisses the top of my head. “You deserve someone who notices things. I’m trying to be that person.”

We stand in the kitchen like that for a long moment, the groceries still half-bagged, the fridge door slightly ajar, our lives quietly unfolding in these simple,continue reading …