Thankful for...

One day, after Billy and I prayed for his wife, he asked me if I prayed for My Dear when I was little. I told him I did not start until I was much older. He responded that God must have really wanted to give me someone special!

I am thankful that My Dear knows that after a long day of work, he has an even more important job to do.


...and it looks A WHOLE LOT like this......



Dear, I am thankful for you!

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