Sunday night was a busy night and this is the second time I'll blog about it. But it'll probably be the last time I blog about this particular Sunday night. Some things just need to be said and dad gum it, I'm going to say them.
I love you. No, I'm not talking to the person who is reading this over your shoulder. It's not secret code to some else. I'm talking to you. Why. Oh. Ewe. I come to this realization almost daily but it was practically palpable Sunday night. I can almost pinpoint the nanosecond I realized that I truly deep down to the tips of my toes love you. First it was when you came up to ask me about my job and to tell me you've been praying about it on my behalf. Then it was when you were praying for me at the altar. You might not have thought it was a big deal, but to walk with me and support me while I'm weary and broken is, well, beyond my ability to communicate into words.
So thanks. And I love you too.
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