Musing on saying “I love you.” Non-verbal way #1.

Musing on saying “I love you.” Non-verbal way #1.

I’m growing. Just like a bean placed in dirt in a milk carton on a grade school window.

We’re going organic.

OPEN the change purse.

Sunday after church my husband and I went to store to pick up lunch.

We needed milk. I sent him across the store for milk. He came back with a gallon of organic milk in the cart.

5.67 billion dollars a gallon worth of milk.

However, I was so happy to see that he did indeed have the organic in his cart.

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7:22 a.m. this morning.

I pull out the milk. Expiration date

Mar 12.

Two days ago. He paid untold millions for a gallon of milk we’ll use twice.

I remained silent.

That was about as silent as I ever screamed I love you at him.

He still doesn’t know. And he won’t because he hasn’t been reading my blog since his episode.

I do love him and said it with all my wanting-to-saying-something-ugly soul today.

So there.