Love is truly a beautiful thing. I have always known that ever since my beloved Clark and I met. He was a tall, handsome man (he is 6'3") and I was a short, petite woman (I am 5'0"). After a few years of dating, we decided to officially tie the knot. After our glorious wedding, Clark and I moved into a wonderful house. Eventually, I became pregnant, and we both could not be happier.
One day, while I was eight months pregnant, Clark and I visited a bookstore to pick out some suitable books for our upcoming child. What caught my attention was the Clifford the Big Red Dog books written by the late Norman Bridwell. "Clark, look!" I pointed.
"Clifford books," Clark said. "Sounds like a good choice for our kid."
"They're perfect," I said as I showed Clark the many books in the series. "I used to read these when I was a little girl. I found it adorable that that little girl's love for her puppy caused it to grow huge in size."
"Sounds like a lot of love." Clark said, as he check