i was facing the screen, my gaze perpendicular to his. i looked over to see him looking at me, his left eye scrunched.
laughing, "why do you look so angry?", i asked.
"i'm not angry at all."
"what are you thinking about?"
"you. and how much i love you."
"how your smile works wonders for me."
deep inside his heart is a spring overflowing with the love that the Holy Spirit has placed inside of him. through loss and a thought process that can be compared to wading through thick, dense, jelly, he gives love and he gives me life. this man that i fall asleep next to every night has done more for my soul than i could have ever done on my own.
please continue to pray for ian.