What’s my name?

When the days are rough and you are so exhausted that you can’t even remember who you are, it’s nice to have that one person to come home too.

My husband always has dinner waiting and arms to wrap around me when I come home. He knows me like no other human knows me.

He always knows my name and what I need even if I can’t remember.

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