I’ve been having sock issues lately. Meaning, my socks were so worn down and thin they slipped off my feet into my shoe as I walked. The King knows me all too well. He knew I wasn’t going to buy socks for myself.
This is love. This is what it looks like. It’s not roses, champagne, and hours of unbridled passion. I like my roses still growing in the ground. Champagne is expensive. And as for hours…i have 3 kids and need to be at work in the morning.
It’s the little things. It’s the things that say, “I’ve noticed you bitching about your socks but you’re so damn cheap you won’t buy them for yourself so here. I just want you to be happy and walk comfy.”
This is love. This is married life. And I’m so grateful for him.