Wake Me for a Hug

I’m grateful for: Aging. All those insecurities do get better, and it’s easier to choose which institutions avoid mean people.

Thank you to: the sky for lightly raining today.

Something loving: My honey was sleeping this morning when I left. I whispered, “Sweetie, are you awake?” He said, “Oh, you can always wake me for a hug.”

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