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The fresh scent of warm fudge washed over Main street while the clip-clop of a horse drawn carriage lent a steady rhythm to the hustle and bustle under the afternoon sun. It was just like any other Saturday afternoon in Greenville, South Carolina, except this particular day, I was there. It was my first time riding a trolly. The first time I tried gelato. And the first time I heard the words “truffle fries.”
I think it’s also safe to say that it’s the first time I enjoyed a little summer heat in late October.
As beautiful as it all was, and as much as I love cappuccino gelato, I was craving some family time. And my own pillow.
A vacation is nice, but nothing says home like the arms of my husband. Nothing. I love the way that Michael can fully envelope me with one hug. Oh… and I love his scent. It’s amazing. I’ll take that over warm fudge any day.
By Sunday afternoon I was home. Two fat pugs who wag as they wiggle met me at the door followed by the arms of my children. It was evident that Michael had taken care of things while I was gone. The kids were well fed, the dishes were washed, and time was well spent–together.
I wonder sometimes if he knows how much I appreciate him. Do I serve him gratitude as well as I should? Or could it be that I overlook the little day-to-day things that he does?
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You are loved by an almighty God,
The Time-Warp Wife