He said...she said....

"How are you feeling, Sweetie?", she said.

"Ok, but a little sore." He said.



In a soft, quiet voice, she told him of all the texts and phone messages wishing him well. Then, seeing his eyes drooping with fatigue, she said, "You go to sleep, Sweetie. I'll just quit talking and read while you rest."

"That's ok", he said, his voice slurring with sleep. "I like the sound of your voice..." "You're my favorite person", he whispered, as his eyes drifted closed.

"Happy Anniversary, Kevin" I whispered. "You're MY favorite person, too."