Sometimes the sexiest thing a man can do is the dishes. I can grumping in last night at 8:00, after a long day, feeling like five hundred miles of bad road -- and found that the house I'd left in chaos was spick and span and smelling of lemons and sage. What a boy I've got.
I've spent a lot of time today turning a wonderful phrase from the Book of Hours around in my head. Hours of time. Good time, time ripening. The phrase is: incline my heart.
Glad I could be of help!
Isn't it wonderful when you're in a real partnership?
It is wonderful. He washes my hair once in a while, too. And reads me to sleep.