I've always felt that I complain too much.
To paraphrase the words of the anonymous commenter - I should quit whining and think about the beauty she brings into my life.
First, I kept thinking that that sounded a lot like how the prof would phrase things.
Second, I couldn't come up with an example of beauty brought into my life.
Evil those good intentioned advisories are.
But, let's try to look on the positive side.
Last night we bought and planted a tree together.
She doesn't complain about my constant soccer schedule anymore, and tonight made supper for me for after my game.
She's not too messy, a saver not a spender, and pretty, as I observed again tonight whilst she fell asleep on the couch and a lock of her hair fell across her forehead. She loves our dog, even if it isn't our dog. She worries about me. She loves me.
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