I love you


When my husband and I aren’t shouting at each other across the room, driving each other up the wall, tearing out each other’s hair, breathing down each other’s necks and fighting like petulant kids, we actually do bother with sweet little gestures. Like this message I found scribbled on Lucien’s erasable board one morning.

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