-HOW SWEET IT IS...-

I don’t know how she does it, but Darci always finds a way to just keep on loving me...even when I don’t deserve it. I had a really rough day yesterday, and when she got home from soccer practice I was in a pretty piss-poor mood. I did my best not to take things out on her, so I just sat quietly on the couch. (If I say anything when I’m upset or stressed then things to get sour real fast.) Darci sat down at the other end of the couch and just waited...I was reading ESPN the magazine and watching Court TV, again, trying to stay quiet and keep my mind off of work, but at the same time, not paying too much attention to her. Before I knew it Darci was massaging my feet and tickling me gently, both of which brought a smile to my face. It wasn’t too long after that that we found ourselves on opposite ends of the couch with our legs tangled up in one another watching the Psychic Detective with a glass of red wine. All my troubles just seemed to fade away.

How sweet it is to be loved by you.