The thing about winter is.. it gets dark early. This is not the best situation for a girl runner. (Duh, me.) So, when it gets dark, my hubs hobbles to his truck and finds me and follows me home. He drives real slow, real slow in his big ole diesel chuggin along. It doesn't matter how far I have left or how slow I am running, he follows.
And do you know what?
That's Love.
Do you know what else is love?

This snugglin baby. A toe- warmer at heart with a belly full of sausage biscuit.
1 comment:
that is too sweet! I just got the image in my head of him following you...HAHA! You two make me smile!
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