|by the reluctant blogger
me: i’m having a headache
my husband: take meds
[you see, he’s quite logical – all the time]
me: i mean, i’m having a headache, please give me a massage
my husband: o, i see, come here then…
[then, he turns it all around by being the sweetest person in the world]
a few days ago, he turned 40.
for 17 summers now, he has been my sunshine, my torch.
we’ve had trembling days but his strength of character kept us unshaken.
i love, my love.