Tuesday, November 20, 2007

True Love Indeed

Sometimes, I get really naggy and I make myself think that Corey is a dirtball. I look around the house at heaps of underwear and dirty Pasta Roni dishes. Then, I walk into the basement and I see my helmet all hung up properly on the chamois tree and my bike, which he carried in from the car for me because he knows I struggle on the stairs, propped up nicely against the wall. Then, my heart skips a beat when I see that he has taken my headlight and charged it for me, so I don't have to ride home in the dark. He doesn't want me to get run over by a car! He really and truly loves me and takes care of me the best way he knows how.

1 comment:

Emily said...

You're too cute.

A charged headlamp is more important than dirty dishes :)