a love rumor that is firmly tied together

True love is tied together.

Outside the window, the winter breeze blew the dancing snow, floating on the glass window, we cuddled each other, sitting in front of the fiery fire, sipping the scented apple cider, and sometimes screaming and whispering each other.

Everything is imagining - but that's not true.

The blizzard in early November has melted, the trees are gray and the earth is muddy, but it has begun to return to green. This scene is in line with our mood. The two-month-old son made us ecstatic. However, the lack of sleep and poor communication caused by the shortage of time made us deeply troubled. My husband and I were swinging between these two emotions. For the last two weeks, the two of us talked about it rather than screaming like a passionate parrot, as if it were like a bitch.

Just six weeks after giving birth, I went to work, but I suffered from postpartum depression. I feel that I am fat and stupid. The husband feels guilty and becomes alienated from me. Every morning, we only say a few words in a few words, and gently kiss each other in the evening, which means that we need to care about each other very much.

That day I was very tired. I lay next to my baby and touched his soft cheeks, smooth neck and arms, soft fingers, and felt asleep when I touched it. I was tired and slept very hard, and my husband was waiting for me to wake up with hope, and finished the conversation we had two days ago. In the vagueness, I felt that he was at the door of the bedroom, but gradually I slept in a fainting way.

For a few hours, the baby was hungry, and his sobbing woke me up. I saw my husband sleeping by my side. After the baby was full and slept with satisfaction, I got up and looked for water to drink. I stumbled into the hall and slammed the lights. Right there, under the frame of the family portrait, I found the first note "I love you because we are a family."

At that time, I was so excited that I couldn’t breathe. I continued to move forward along the corridor... Another "I love you, because you are kind."

In the next half hour, I traveled all over the house to collect the notes that were soaked in warmth and tenderness. The note on the bathroom mirror reads "I love you because you are beautiful." On my briefcase is "I love you because you are a teacher." On the freezer is "I love you, because you show good food." On the TV, on the bookshelf, in the cupboard, on the front door, there are notes: "I love you, because you are funny... you are smart... you are creative... you make me feel omnipotent... you are our son's mom". Finally, on the bedroom door, I found out again, "I love you, because you promised to marry me."

These intoxicating words comforted me - like a husband's hug, accompanied me through a sleepless night, and made me reopen as a happy life that is happy every day. I sneaked back to the bed and curled up beside my lovely husband.