I Know My Husband Loves Me

There are times that I am – without any shadow of doubt – sure that my husband loves me. Today is one of those times. The realization occurred to me as I was talking to him on my cell phone and he was on the other end, standing in the feminine protection aisle of the grocery store on his lunch hour, calling me to ask about brands and sizes, saying certain words OUT LOUD! Then he proceeded to Jimmy John’s for a diet coke and came home with all my goodies. I wasn’t feeling well and this was a monumental sacrifice on his part, or, now that I think about it – maybe not. I think he’s buttering me up for the annual Rolfson Family Pheasant Hunt next weekend. He got the sandwich at Jimmy John’s after all. This man would do anything for lunch — I mean, love — and 17 years of it, too.

I had originally scheduled the last two posts to round out the week but I couldn’t resist publishing them. I think I’ve posted enough today to take tomorrow and Friday off (or actually spend it working). Do I hear a collective sigh of relief??

One thought on “I Know My Husband Loves Me

  1. hahaha! that’s great! yes, he definitely loves you if he did all that!
    p.s. a few weeks ago when i was going thru all my old photos i found at my mom’s (the act that started my highschool post) i found some of you and don when cole was born. they are so sweet!

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