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THE CHEESE LOVES YOU!

I am not a morning person. And as far as bedtime goes, I need a routine. Get me out of that routine, and you can almost guarantee the next morning will be really rough -rough enough that even having the alarm on the other side of the bed doesn't help any.

One morning this week I woke up achier than usual, and must have been moaning and groaning quite a bit. I don't remember what Bobby said to me, but I responded with a challenge for him to tell me "just five things good about today." (In case you haven't figured it out, optimism is rarely in my vocabulary before 7am.) I'm still struggling to keep my eyes open. I hear numbers one and two, can't remember #3, but then for #4 he says, "The cheese loves you." That one kind of woke me up. I repeated it back, and he starts laughing at me! Turns out he said "JESUS loves you."

Comments

Lydia said…
(laughing) but the question is...do YOU love the CHEESE? Cute story! I'm not a morning person either. Unfortunately I live with two little somebodies that ARE. I'm talking 5am. Middle of the night to me:)
Jennifer said…
I needed that laugh!!
Lydia said…
We are finally on the mend. Lauren seemed to have turned a corner with her pain this morning- woke up super early and in a cheery mood! YAY! ...as to loom knitting...you've GOT to get a kit at Walmart! Kimberly and I have been making hats of all shapes and sizes for preemies (Rex and Wake Med LOVE volunteer work) and also larger hats for the homeless shelter. We can make a hat in about an hour on the looms- SUPER EASY!!
sara said…
Awwww that is very cute!! What an encouraging husband.

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