Dec
10th
Fri
10th
Why Isn’t Step Stool One Word?
Last night I was treated to my husband falling asleep before me. I don’t care how many times he tells me it’s weird that I like to look at him when he sleeps. He’s bigger than me, smarter than me, has a job, and can reach things I can’t without a step stool. But when he falls asleep beside me and he’s so peaceful and vulnerable, it makes me feel like his protector.