Memories:: Thank God for Memories
When I was younger, my husband used to tell me that I “never forgot
anything.” He was right that time. I remembered how he came home late
when I needed him to help with the kids. I reminded him how I cried
when he washed my new white blouse with my beautiful red, wool sweater
that shrunk to the size of a 5 year old. (I think he did that on
purpose so that he wouldn’t have to help with the laundry.) I also
remembered how he slept through the night when the babies were crying.
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