My husband’s phone died. He bought a new one, sits, restores contacts. I see, he records me as a “Lighthouse.” I was mistaken, he was a man with a lot of emotions, love proves more in deeds than in words, and here he signed so poetically.

I approached and cuddly asked:

Is it because I am lighting your life?

He was confused at first, and then cried and said:

No, it’s because your ass is constantly swallowing.)