Friday, June 26, 2009

In heaven

It was late. I was reading in bed when Mark came into the room, knelt on the floor next to me and said, "Since we can't be married in heaven, let's make sure we find each other and be friends. I want to a least be roommates."

I smiled at such a sweet, albeit random thing to say.

And I agreed with his proposal. And we shook on it.