I keep this photo of my husband on our fridge. It’s been there for three years. I smile every time I look at it. I love the black socks. I love that they're pulled up so high. I love the thumbs. I love that he was dancing two seconds before I snapped the picture. This photo makes me happy. I once offered to send it to a friend after she told me she was feeling down and I couldn’t seem to cheer her up. I figured there’s no way she could look at that photo on a daily basis and not feel just a little bit better about life. Because that’s what it does for me.
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