Wesley says the darndest things.

Last night, my husband and I decided to go on a late-evening walk.

The weather was perfect. Warm, but not too warm. He held my hand and led me to the top of a hill near our home. From this height, we were able to see several different firework displays from neighboring towns. We "ooh"ed and "ahh"ed as we saw fit. I rested my head on his shoulder; he kissed my forehead.

It was lovely. Lovely, indeed.

It was then that my dear, beloved husband looked at me with those big brown eyes of his and said:

"Have I ever told you that I think the Fourth of July is the perfect night to murder someone? Everyone would hear the gun shot, but no one would know the difference."

These are the things I wish he would have told me before we got married.

J