I’ll take the floor and make do with the sleeping bag.” He zipped himself snugly inside the bag, trying to get comfortable, and was just about to drift off to sleep when the nun shivered and said softly, “Father, I’m cold.”
Without hesitation, he unzipped the sleeping bag, got up, and retrieved a blanket, placing it over her. Returning to the sleeping bag, he zipped up again, only to hear her voice once more: “Father, I’m still very cold.” He sighed, unzipped, fetched another blanket, and placed it over her once again. Finally, as he was about to settle in for what he hoped would be a restful night, the nun spoke again, this time dramatically: “Father, I’m sooooo cold!” The priest stood up, smiled, and winked, an idea forming in his mind.
“Sister,” he said slowly, “we are here in the wilderness, far from anyone who could ever see us. Let’s pretend we’re married.”
The nun purred softly, “That’s fine with me.”
And that, my friends, is the beauty of marriage—full of surprises, humor, and a little mischief, no matter the circumstances. Hope this extended version brings a bigger smile to your face!
Have a wonderful day!
