Aug 15, 2017
Road thoughts
I want a husband who will let me paint the door bright red on a whim.
A husband who will walk in the front door and compliment the rearranged furniture.
That husband who will be perfectly fine with me sprucing up an old coffee table.
One who can’t wait to come home and kiss his paint covered overalls, messy bun, DIY loving wife.
[Keyword being want, not need.]
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