Coming Home

After a long day at work, finding this on the door,

on the bathroom mirror,

and on the toilet paper roll.

When I go to start the dishwasher,

and grab a soda on my way out the door to class.

When I come home cold and want to turn up the heat,

and put on my comfy slippers,

to settle in to catch up on my nightly browsing.

And especially when I am tired, can barely keep my eyes open, and do not want to brush my teeth,

is perhaps the cutest, most sweetest way my husband could tell me he loves me while he is out-of-town tonight. Pure joy to my heart.


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