Sometimes when He leaves the house, He pauses at the front door, looks back at me with keys in hand and says, "Want me to lock you in?"
I swoon a little when He does that, secretly thrilled that He wants to lock me in and protect me from the big, bad world (don't worry, our neighborhood is quite safe, I was just using an expression).
Other times He pauses at the front door, looks back at me with keys in hand and says, "I'm going to lock you in." A statement, not a question.
And I really swoon when He does that. In one simple sentence, He makes me feel loved and owned all at the same time.
A subtle expression of ownership. I like that.
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