I think I have mentioned before my husband's state of delirium at night. He often stirs in bed until I settle down and fall sleep myself. Well, one night (mid-stir) he turned towards me with eyes closed and said very seriously...
"I love you, my wife. You can have all of my micro-machines. I have a lot of them."
Wow. Now that is love.
(Course he doesn't actually have any micro-machines... but it's the thought that counts, huh?)
"I love you, my wife. You can have all of my micro-machines. I have a lot of them."
Wow. Now that is love.
(Course he doesn't actually have any micro-machines... but it's the thought that counts, huh?)
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