I know my husband loves me. Not just a little bit but a lot. "A lot, a lot"(Parent Trap). Not only did he groan when I excitedly held up my cell phone to the box on the passenger seat, not only did he grumble hauling heavy bags from the car ... he built me a Taj Mahal in my backyard. My chicken coop. It is a thing of beauty. It matches with our fence, was engineered with great thought, consideration and love for me.
That was last year. How do I know he still loves me that much? I brought home new chickies ... they are so cute. Then just asked me how many we were keeping. He loves me, he really really loves me.
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