When I was done "taking care of things". When I sat there not knowing what else to do. When I was at a loss for words, actions, emotions. He came up to me. He kissed me. He put his arm around me. He weaved his fingers through mine. He told me he loved me. And he prayed for my Dad, for the man I had just spoken to, for the situation. Without me asking him to, he prayed. I love him.
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k that made me tear up!! - love your blog!! - (found it through Katina)
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