It is not Father’s Day, Husband’s Day, my beloved’s birthday or even our anniversary. It is an ordinary day. I worked all day at the boutique.
And like every other day the last almost four years, I have come home to a clean house, completed laundry and a delicious dinner. No, it is not a “maid” or someone trying to impress me or win me over.
It is my husband of 35 years. Continue reading