The cover thief laying next to me is 'breathing heavy'.
When I breathe heavy she calls it snoring.
She's tired because she did a days work then came home and did another 2 days work getting ready for tomorrow, where it will be utter and complete chaos.
All her kids are home and that makes her heart as full as the house is tonight, which contains 7 adults, 3 kids, 5 dogs, 4 cats, and 1 beta fighting fish.
There will be another dozen descend on us tomorrow, but for now she can breathe as heavy as she wants.
This girl--this wife of mine--never ceases to amaze me.
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