First, let me preface this story with a confession. I'm a klutz. God has blessed me with many gifts, but grace is not one of them. And for now, let's leave it at that.
Yesterday morning I had to be at work at an ungodly hour, so I was up and out LONG before the sun even thought about peeking over the horizon. When I was ready to leave, I tip-toed back into the bedroom. My intent was to softly, sweetly kiss my sleeping beau on the forehead in a gesture of love & hopes for a happy day.
As I gingerly stepped across the pitch black room, my foot got tangled in some of his discarded clothing on the floor and I lost my balance, plowed into the bed, and head-butted him.
Ahh, the head-butt. Can anything say 'I love you' more than a solid crack on the head while you sleep?
I can only think of one...
To Be Continued
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