The Heart Of My Husband

I will readily admit that I've got a one-of-a-kind keeper of a husband. The GilGuy is hard pressed to have any challenge his God-given ability to cherish me. Take, for instance, last night's chivalrous act:

We were driving home at the close of our weekend getaway. I had situated myself in the back seat with Keller, so as to manage any sputtering he might have to share concerning his time in the car seat. Gil was at the wheel.

Light conversation ensued at the onset of the drive: discussion as to the delights we'd experienced. I piped up wistfully that I had secretly hoped to make it back to Target, to gather up for myself a take-home box of bagels ~ now that I've discovered I can trust said such vendor!

Fast forward to an hour into the trip. Evidently, I'd nodded off. The lurching of the vehicle jogged me awake, and I was brought to reality in a confused state. "Where are we?" I queried. The pot holes, the road signs, the dark streets . . .a far cry from the smoothness of the intersate we'd just been travelling. "Is there a detour?"

"No. No detour." Came Gil's reply. "Do you want a coffee?" Of course, I did.

About that time, we sidled up to a bustling intersection, that loomed from out of nowhere.

TADA!! to my left stood a Super Target, and the intended destination of my Beloved.

"Why dont'cha head in and grab yourself some bagels?"

~HUGE GRIN~

This morning, I sit, sipping my coffee, typing away in a state of bliss, all due to a Cinnamon Raisin Bagel topped with Whipped Honey Almond Cream Cheese . . .and the man who went out of his way to bless me with the desire of my heart.

:)

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine . . . Song of Songs 1:2