I said I didn’t want a present for my anniversary.
But that was a lie.
How could this exist in the world, and how could a man who purports to love me not get me one.
Or two. Or lucky number thirteen.
I just don’t understand.
Seriously though, I don’t understand. Maybe Biscuit needs a guard lamb?
Seriously Seriously though. Our Nash-a-Versary was the best gift we have ever given each other or ourselves. So needed and restorative as we head into what I know will be a crazy intense month.
I hope your weekends are full of lambs, even though mine won’t be.