This morning as I walked past John's little stack of stuff he keeps in his pocket I noticed his rock. Yes, I said rock. He has a little rock he carries around with him. I'm not real sure why. I just know that he likes it. If I can get a hold of it I'll scan it. The odds of that are pretty slim though. As weird as him taking this rock with him everywhere is, I find it amusingly charming. There's just something about getting a glimpse at the little boy that still lives in him. This is just one of the many, many reasons I love my husband.
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Quite endearing! It's the little things that count!
ReplyDeleteBTW, I love the Julie slideshow on your sidebar.
That is a crack up! But also kind of sweet too.
ReplyDeleteThat is odd, funny, and cute all in one.
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