This will contain more mush, so you can turn back now if you like to avoid proclamations of loooove and gratitude, etc.
We were taking a walk this afternoon to the store. It was a nice day for a walk - fairly chilly (which makes for good hand-holding weather, ahem), but the sky was clear and blue, and there wasn't a raindrop in sight. And the route to the store was pleasant, too - through a long residential section and then down a big hill. There were other people out, as well, riding skateboards and walking dogs and pushing baby carriages. But in the middle of our stroll I got sick. Nauseous and weak, with the realization that continuing on to the store would be a bad, bad, really bad idea. And so, we turned around. And Jan Michael took off at a sprint, back up the hill, through the long residential section, up the other hill that comes right before our house, and dived into the car and raced back to pick me up. He drove me home, helped me in the door, divested me of my sweatshirt, tucked me in on the couch and brought me water. And this is one of the reasons I thank my lucky stars (actually, it's God whom I thank; luck has nothing to do with it) that I am married to Jan Michael.
Thank you for reading :)
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