Some Things Are Meant To Be

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This husband of mine…

Didn’t realize it…but his lovely wife…had been on the search…for drinking glasses…the quest began…unwittingly…in an antique shop…came across a set of retro glasses…fun colors…groovy flowers…didn’t intend to buy them…too pricy…but shared the delight with that shopping buddy of mine…only to hear…we have…drinking glasses…

And yes…this we do…big man glasses…picked out…by a man…with big man hands…unlike vintage glasses…smaller…dainty…the perfect size…for a glass of milk…the perfect size…for these petite…old lady hands…

And so the secret search was on…took a year…but there they were…our eyes met…the world stopped…the angels sang…Goodwill…two bucks each…but this old gal…would have paid much more…that silhouette design…tugging at the heart of little me…those silhouette wall hangings in that bedroom of mine…those silhouette tracings…of three little ragamuffin towheads…hung proudly…in the living room…

It didn’t take much…to see that it was clear…crystal clear…that we…were meant to be…
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And this husband of mine…agreed…