Today wasn't the greatest day. It was drizzling, bone-chillingly cold, muddy, and dreary.
I spent most of the day curled up in bed with a winter hat on, shivering and feeling sorry for myself. I don't think I ate, at least not a real meal. I think I ate crackers and my gummy multi-vitamins.
But there was a bright spot. It happened when my husband opened the door to our bedroom, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate. He set it down on my bedside table (actually its a bucket turned upside down with a slab of leftover floor tile on top... we still can't afford furniture), and then climbed into bed with me. He curled up around me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered "I love you".
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