What you see here is not just a glass of wine. Oh no. You see, my husband and I had an argument last night. I'll spare you the he said/she said. Last night in his anger he poured himself a glass of wine and left an empty glass next to the bottle for me to pour my own. We went to bed angry and didn't talk all day. Tonight when he came home I was upstairs with the kids in the bath tub. Before he came upstairs he poured us both a glass. That's how I knew he was ready to make up. It's the little things.
2 comments:
It's funny how those subtle differences can mean such drastically different things, eh?
ahh, how sweet.
it's no longer the dozen red roses, is it?? you kinda get to a point where a little is actually more.
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