I try to act like a super chill wife but my husband sees right through this facade. Last night around 2:30, in a moment of panic, I reached out and touched Steve's arm--nothing. I propped myself up on one elbow and tried to make out the silhouette of his chest rising and falling--nothing. I put my ear to his face and that's when I hear him whisper,
I'm alive.
just checking, love.
photo by Aubrey Trinnaman. more on her brilliant skillz soon.
1 comment:
oh,so sweet. he's a keeper. love that photo too. lots of fond wishes for a speedy, and not too difficult, recovery.
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