After a long day at work yesterday I came home to a clean house. I found The Man lounging on the bed. While I was profusely expressing my gratitude for coming home to a clean house I glanced over at the dresser. A dozen beautiful pink roses waiting there just for me.
I love being loved. I love to love. I love The Man. I am married to my best friend. We’ve come such a long way. I can’t believe there was a time when I had given up, lost my faith. Never give up hope. Trust in fate.