Should it be my husband, the man I love with all my being? He keeps me sane. He loves me unconditionally.
Or my dad? Daddy. He taught me to have fun, to laugh and be funny. He showed me what real love looks like, what I needed to hold out for.
Or Jesus? Ha, yes I just pulled that card. Cliche yes, but not any less true. He saved me when I didn't know I needed saving. Listens to me whine and complain and loves me despite it.
You tell me , which one would you choose?
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It's hard to chose! You're right about that. But with heroes, as I've learned over the past years about best friends, there doesn't have to be just one. And thank heaven for that!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right! It is truly wonderful that we don't have to choose. Thanks for stopping by! :)
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