mister gave me my birthday present today which he insisted was “nothing big and I probably wouldn’t like it too much.”
wrong.
we’re in the car and he tells me to close my eyes real tight and hold out my hands
I then feel the tiniest weight slip into my palms and when I open my eyes there is the most perfect little necklace sitting in my hand.
It’s a tiny (and I mean tiny, like a couple centimeters) golden Bible and it opens up like a little locket with two pages inside that say the Lord’s prayer.
and he starts telling me that he got it at an antique store 6 years ago but its been sitting on his shelf because he never had the right person to give it to.
its perfect.
what is this crazy that is my life?
