I was afraid when I had you. You were so small and so precious. I knew that you were strong and would make it. You were with me as I taught my first year as a teacher. You felt my anxiety with that first class of knuckleheads. You were there…
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Posted on June 20, 2009 at 10:17am — 17 Comments
I love my husband. I held him. He held me. The reggae band had us in a trance. Oh, damn. He stood behind me as we swayed. I put my head back as we continued our groove. He moved my locs to the side and whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful tonight." I turned to face him and gently put my nose against his nose. I smiled. He smiled. We kissed. It felt so good.
*sigh* We need to go out more. I love my husband.
Posted on June 12, 2009 at 10:30pm —