Last night I poured my weepy, little heart out to my husband and told him how I was in a rough spot and had been feeling blue for various reasons. Dave patiently listened to me, took me into his arms, and then he reminded of one of the many reasons I love him by making my woeful self laugh.
Me, sniffling: "Just please pray for me. Or do something."
Him: "Okay. I'll sacrifice a goat for you."
Dave, thank you for reminding me to not take myself or life too seriously.
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