Valentine’s Day came early this year. On Wednesday, there was a beautiful bouquet of roses on the table and a card that touched my heart. For a moment, I was taken aback–oh lord, what day is this?! Now, I’m not great at keeping track of the date…still, I was pretty sure that it wasn’t February 14th. My husband had that wonderful impish grin on his face that I adore…he delights in catching me off guard, messing with my generally neat and orderly world where too much is in it’s place. It’s been almost twenty years since we met…we’ve been through deaths, births, great happiness, immense sadness, tornadoes of creative expression, growing pains, growing delight…and I know there’s more to come.
I Love You.