Unfinished Stories :: If All Goes Well
Image by Jazzbeaunola. Sourced via Flickr. Used with permission. I may be a hopeless romantic but honestly, aren’t we all? “I’m doomed,” my husband says to me, reaching for my hand as we walk across the parking lot. “Doomed?” I ask him. “Yeah,” he says, and sighs. “Doomed.” I know what he means, and I give his hand a little squeeze. Today, it makes me giggle just a bit, but I know someday it will be the source of grief that sits heavy in my heart and leaves me wondering if I can even swing my legs over the side of the bed…
Image by Jazzbeaunola. Sourced via Flickr. Used with permission. I may be a hopeless romantic but honestly, aren’t we all? “I’m doomed,” my husband says to me, reaching for my hand as we walk across the parking lot. “Doomed?” I ask him. “Yeah,” he says, and sighs. “Doomed.” I know what he means, and I give his hand…