Questions for God about my Husband

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“So this is him, huh?” I asked God while gazing up at my husband’s sweet, sleeping face.

Nestled warm in the crook of his armpit, my chin on his chest.

“Yep. What do you think?”

I hesitated. “He’s not what I imagined.”

“I know,” he replied, smirking.