We were sitting in church this morning when Paul reached over and pulled a single long hair off the sleeve of my sweater. He held it up and we could both see it shimmering silver in the overhead lights.
I leaned over and whispered, “It’s official. You’re married to an old lady.” He chuckled quietly.
I thought a moment. “Does it bother you? The gray? I could color it, you know.”
“No, don’t,” he said, and gestured wryly to the silvery streaks emerging in his own beard and sideburns.
I smiled. “Well, then–I guess we’ll just go gray together.”
Grinning, he reached over and took my hand before leaning to whisper in my ear.
“That’s the dream.”
Awww!
Beautiful.
That is so sweet and truly love
So sweet!
What Jen said
Awh… *waves hand in front of face*
*tears*
So much life.
Priceless.
What precious words!
How can I get me one of those Pauls?
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That is something that should be in Chicken Soup for the Lovers Soul stories.