You Couldn’t Write a Better Love Story

I was having a down day yesterday. Nothing big had occurred, just lots of little things that piled up. My husband was quick to notice my crabbiness when he got home in the evening. After dinner, he called to me to come and watch a video in his study. I did so, but was moody about it, since it meant I had to walk across the house. When I walked into the room, Danny jumped up from his chair and offered it to me and then pushed play.

My annoyance melted away. What a beautiful love and beautiful story. Mr. Evans, if I ever find myself in Starkville, Mississippi, I want to come to your museum. And thanks to Danny for knowing how to pull me out of my cranky funk.



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