|February 22, 2012|
Today I have spent lots of time thinking about my husband with great fondness (no, those people aren't us, though the pine trees do remind me of him). I don't want to get too poetical about him lest some of you svelte ladies cast your gimlet eye his way, but I'm feeling awfully appreciative. He's so kind. I also love how he tries to wind me up over everything, like how I leave the kitchen light on for the cat to eat by. We should move to England so he could find more people to appreciate his humour. He never reads my blog (he just looks at the pictures, hardyhar), so he'll never read my lovelorn phrases. I felt like writing some down, anyway. I hope these 6.5 or so years portend a similar future.