Last week, we were on vacation.
My husband on a whim decided to paint my nails.
I agreed–ignorantly.
I didn’t know how long it would take to have your nails painted. Well, I had finally had a chance to begin reading a book for myself (a rare occurrence) called City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare and I was itching to get back to it. The problem: I couldn’t move for almost half an hour. I would have drummed my fingers if possible…
I’m definitely not a girly-girl and while I don’t mind having my nails painted, it’s something that I don’t particularly care for and would rather be doing something else.
My husband did an awesome job (note the cross on the thumb nail!) and now I am all painted. I returned to my book in due course and my husband discovered a hidden talent.
All’s well in the world again…
I am in total agreement with you. BUT as I was reading this I was thinking of the time your husband took to serve you, much like the washing of feet.
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I agree also, but enjoy the time with your husband. I have a wonderful one also, but he would never think of doing that for me!! 🙂
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Great quality time, ask him if he does pedicures then you can read your book. 🙂
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Great job! Greater Husband!!
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BLESSED WITH A GOD-LOVING MAN! DOES HE HAVE A 70 YEAROLD BROTHER OR MAYBE HIS DAD?….LOL.
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