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A happy little thought about my husband

A happy little thought about my husband – by Rocket_owl




Last night while asleep in our bed my husband let out a startled moan.

I then felt his hand patting the comforter – searching for me. It came to rest once it found my side.

I realized I LOVE that:
Despite the fact he is a 28-year-old, dirty hand working, beer drinking, beard growing man.
Despite the fact he sleeps with a baseball bat beside him because he knows it makes me feel safe.
Despite the fact he served 5 years in the army which included one tour to Afghanistan. 

I’M the one that protects him from bad dreams.

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