Our Bell Found a Belle
Not so long ago, I presented a story about the yellow bell my husband and I used to call each other when we were sick.
It began as a joke, which morphed into a helpful way to feel cared for and loved when we aren’t feeling our best.
It worked well at first because we rarely were sick together, but after some time, I wanted my bell to represent me better. After all, I’m hardly a beer drinker.