People ask me if she's been having headaches… I say, "I don't know."
She hasn't complained of a headache… and I've learned not to ask if I don't have to ask. If she has a bad headache I'm pretty sure she will tell me… loudly and in no uncertain terms, actually. (You know that's right.)
I actually don't know if it is a direct result of the acupuncture treatment she had last week… or if it's a result of good food from the Farmers Market.
And, no, I don't mean all the wonderful veggies… I'm talking about the cotton candy.
|Sugar is her Love Language|