We’ve made it past the terrible tenth, the one that most folks don’t. When I look back through those years, you’ve taken what most folks won’t!
We’re less than friends but more than partners, an odd couple we make. Still, this is love both bitter and sweet and that I can not fake.
The fruit of our union is what binds us one to the other tight. I hope you know it’s more than this that comforts me at night.
Rare are you amongst all women to love a man like me. It’s a gift that I don’t deserve but it’s not a wasted gift you see.
For no matter what the future holds, for better or for worse, it’s you who will be held in my heart as the one who gave my life worth.
With love at Christmas,
Your humble husband.
Copyright Dec 24, 2001
by George C. Anderson Jr.
A gift from the heart is the most precious gift of all
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Reviewed by Wendi Cali (Reader)
Reviewed on June 7, 2002
now, see - if my husband had ever even just THOUGHT such things, nevermind write them and share them with the world, I'd likely not be going through a divorce right now! Continue to be kind to your woman with words - because those words make all the difference in the world.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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