It’s true love.

It’s true love because he makes my favorite kind of fresh juices in the mornings and leaves them in the refrigerator for me.

It reminds me of one of my favorite poems, True Love by Judith Viorst.

3 responses to “It’s true love.”

  1. I love that he LABELS the fresh juices for you! Adorably organized!

    1. I think I’ve rubbed off on him. 🙂

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