He calls me his little wife, but there is nothing little about me.
I am 5’10” and 160 pounds of belly laugh and Southern drawl and running into door frames.
Out of three sisters, I was the one with the strong back. The one who drove the tractor on the weekends and shifted furniture and dog houses and wooden sheds.
My strong back is splintered now. Some days it can barely carry the weight of me.
When I walk beside him, I am too tall. His arm around me is uncomfortable, because my shoulders are just this much too high.
But at night, in bed, I scoot myself down till my feet touch the footboard, and my head fits perfectly there, in the crook of his arm, on the curve of his chest.
I am little then, and little has never felt so good.
*photo by Ashley Perry Blevins Photography
Great post with a super cute picture!
I so enjoyed reading this, Faith!!!! Little is so warm, safe, and comfortable in the arms of someone you love so much!!!!
This is the sweetest thing I’ve read this morning. You two are adorable
Hey, I don’t remember you doing the hard work!! 😉
What a lovely post!
Cuddling does makes us feel snug and small. 🙂
So sweet!
I know how you feel! I’m 6’1 and not at all frail. My dad once told me I was “sturdy.” And then I cried.
I love this…and I never had any clue you were so tall!
One of my friends is married to a Brit as well. Name choices are very different one side of the pond to the next.
This post gives me an idea how my wife feels. Great post!
Lovely post x
I love this post!!!!