the smile I hear in your voice when you call me “Tima,” never fails to make my heart swell.
however, when you gently say grace over our supper, with a sweet, soft voice while finishing with “Jesus Christ,” followed by a humble “amen.”- my whole soul
sighs with comfort and joy knowing that I married such a good man.
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