It doesn't matter what kind of week I have.
It can be boring, or busy, or funny, or sad, or just
a normal week, wait.... what's normal?
I don't think there is a normal. What I do know is that
no matter what kind of week I have it always ends a
good week when I wake up Saturday morning and hear....
"Would you like to go out with me tonight"?
Like he even has to asks.
But I like when he does.
1 comment:
So glad he gets to come home on the weekends, have fun!!
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