Last night I finished reading a book I had just started 48 hours before — it had me enthralled from the first page. Books usually don’t make me cry but this one did, so I’m sitting in the living room, looking at the last page of the book and just blubbering.
Steven walks in to ask me if I remembered a french bread recipe we made before, sees me with the book, and asks, “Do you need a hug?”
I nod yes, and he comes up and holds me until my crying subsides. Steven is used to me being emotional over silly things like books, and I am just so thankful for him.
And I am so glad he’s not a time traveler.