“Here!” I grumbled to my husband as he hovered over my shoulder. “I’ll just stop what I’m doing so you can have my computer. I’ll go take a shower.”
“That is not love,” I gently, plainly heard in my soul as I walked down the hall.
“Yeah, and it’s childish too,” I mumbled back. “Do you always have to be right, Lord? Can’t I ever just complain and get away with it? No, don’t answer that! I know! You are always right, and love…Continue