After-dinner conversations can be so enlightening. This evening my husband asked,
“Guess: when do
you think I became an artist?”
I answered, “When you were born.”
Smiling, he whispered a specific date “11-11-1996.”
The moments we spent together on top of the Guatemala pyramid were life-changing.
I answered, “When you were born.”
Smiling, he whispered a specific date “11-11-1996.”
The moments we spent together on top of the Guatemala pyramid were life-changing.
husband whispers
“I became an artist the day
I kissed you”
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