Helen here.
It's almost midnight on Thursday the 10th and I've come down with a cold. Josh is sitting in a rocking chair across the room reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and has just poured me some cranberry juice with ice.
As I sneeze and engage in futile searches of my pockets for wadded up Kleenex I'm happy to report that all I can think about is how lucky I am to have him.
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