Me, lying on the couch, splitting headache, having gotten up too early after a poor night’s sleep and working in the yard at the crack of dawn.
Austin: Have I told you enough today that I love you?
Me: Not even close.
Austin, standing at the end of the couch, arms open: I love you.
Me: If you loved me, you wouldn’t make me get off of this couch.
Austin, arms still open.
Me, finally sitting up. He bends over to embrace me.
Austin, awkwardly hunched: If you loved me, you’d stand up.
Me: You can see how much we love each other.
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