Teddi Beres
Helping Hands
Dressing to go out to dinner, I fumbled with the clasp of my necklace.
"Honey, could you help with this, please?" I asked, seeing my husband descend the stairs, behind me, in the reflection of the foyer mirror.
Bending my head down a little, giving him access to the clasp, I felt him expertly connect the links, lightly kissing the nape of my neck before taking a step back.
"My hero," I thanked him, smiling and raising my head.
"Exactly what a man likes to hear when he enters a room," joked my husband, coming into the foyer -- from the living room!
My eyes went to the mirror.
No one stood behind me!
(Thank you to Bailey for the lovely gown, necklace, and hair!)
Helping Hands
Dressing to go out to dinner, I fumbled with the clasp of my necklace.
"Honey, could you help with this, please?" I asked, seeing my husband descend the stairs, behind me, in the reflection of the foyer mirror.
Bending my head down a little, giving him access to the clasp, I felt him expertly connect the links, lightly kissing the nape of my neck before taking a step back.
"My hero," I thanked him, smiling and raising my head.
"Exactly what a man likes to hear when he enters a room," joked my husband, coming into the foyer -- from the living room!
My eyes went to the mirror.
No one stood behind me!
(Thank you to Bailey for the lovely gown, necklace, and hair!)