![]() She’s the person I go to on my worst days because I know she’ll hug me like no one else. She’s smart, funny, supportive and can rock a dress in a way that fills me with both envy and pride. ![]() She looked beautiful.īefore she left, Zoe said something sassy – I can’t quite remember what, because I was still half asleep – and when I frowned at her dramatically, she stuffed a piece of dark chocolate in my mouth, kissed me, and headed to work. Her hair was up, with soft tendrils running down her cheeks. She had thrown on a white jean jacket to compliment the dress. “How do I look?” my wife asked, twirling. I watched from the bed, smiling, my hair rivaling Medusa’s on PMS week and my face puffy from sleep. She was wearing the same dress she wore when we met the Prime Minister, and I’d argue it looks even better on her just over a year later. She woke me up yesterday while getting dressed for work.
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