It’s Monday. We have all week to get on each others nerves.
Some mornings I wake up and look over at my lovely wife Rebecca and am overcome with joy at how lucky she must feel to be married to me. God is good.
I just smile and let her sleep. And keep my happy thought to myself.
If thinking something –but not saying it— is almost as bad as saying it, does that mean that saying something –but not thinking it –is almost as bad as thinking it?
Note: I didn’t think about this or say it out loud before writing it. I just wrote it. And am probably going to keep it that way.