Can I tell you about my hero?
See that guy there? Pretty cute, huh? Well, he's mine. Yep. All mine. Well, not quite all. I have to share him with someone else, because he loves Jesus more than he loves me. But that's ok, too. Because-- can you keep a secret? -- I love Jesus a little more than I love the Rock Star. But only a little. I promise.
Anyway. I digress. I wanted to brag on MJ.
This weekend, my husband drove 5 1/2 hours each way to go see my Gram. In thirty-one hours, he drove eleven. Just because I wanted to surprise my Gram.
I love him so very much.