Everywhere I look there are epic love stories. How many movies have I seen, books have I read recording these stories. They are often big monumental stories. I mean, who didn't read the Twilight series or Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice?
Well, let me tell you a real love story.
I have been sick this week. I mean, like I haven't hardly been off the couch in four days. In mom world, that is an eternity. The kids have been watching gobs of TV and turning the house into a disaster. I've been so sick that I actually went to the doctor, which I never do.
In all of this crazy, Heber picked up the pieces every night. He stayed in the morning to drive Leo to school. He put the kids to bed. He even took a day off to drive me to the doctor, bought me a magazine and fresca.
This week I read an article of things learned from Anne of Green Gables (some of my favorite books), one of the things was, "Don't miss out on true love by expecting a fairy tale." So true. Love is the little things, it's saying nice things or cleaning the kitchen. It's bringing someone their prescription or even just a drink.
I'm glad I didn't miss my true love.
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