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Friday, November 20, 2015
Walking in Sunshine for Eleven Years Now
We have arrived at our eleventh wedding anniversary! TR decided to bake a cake last night. Strawberry. He put strawberry jam between the layers. And then added sprinkles on top. Our celebrations are simple, but daily.
I've been sick since last weekend and have taken to bed a little earlier in the evenings. He's taken to coming into the bedroom at a run and making a flying leap onto the mattress next to me for a few cuddles prior to prayer.
I'm slowly working my way through the latest installment of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series, THE WOMAN WHO WALKED IN SUNSHINE. The main character is Mma Ramotswe and her husband is Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. This was the last bit I read last night before TR took another flying leap:
"She gazed at her husband. Being loved and admired by a man like that--and she knew that this man, this mechanic (this park ranger), this fixer of machines with their broken hearts (this interpreter of National Parks), did indeed love and admire her--was like walking in the sunshine; it gave the same feeling of warmth and pleasure to bask in the love of one who has promised it, publicly at a wedding ceremony, and who is constant in his promise that such love will be given for the rest of his days. What more could any woman ask? None of us, she thought, not one single one of us, could ask for anything more than that."