If someone had told me to get up early to spend some time with my husband, I would have laughed at them. No, seriously laughed. A manic, hysterical laugh. Right in their face.
Then, why in the world am I doing it?
I have felt like this is something I needed to do for a while now. It's for my husband, for my marriage, for me. (Not naturally being an early riser, I have ignored it.)
I need a little accountability and will be posting every morning for the month of February. That is, every morning that my husband has to get up for work.
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