Joe and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary in July.
By celebrated, I mean I grumped at him for several assorted things, and he gave me a card. I think I may have allowed him to kiss me on the cheek.
I’m a real peach when I’m pregnant.
At any rate, he gave me a card.
When I first opened it, I thought, “This is so lame.”
That made me even crabbier.
And then I opened it.
And laughed out loud.
My poor husband is practically a saint.
It’s a good thing that pregnancy is short, and life is long.
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