On a recent Monday morning, Paul woke me up by bringing me waffles in bed. Two days later, he hit the East Nashville Farmers’ Market and brought home a bounty of locally grown food. He used his purchases to create a five-star meal of sweet potato gnocchi with honey sage butter. The Saturday after that, he took our little family to the Tomato Art Fest, where he bought me organic, locally-grown flowers.
Yep, I caught a good husband.
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