I remember the first Valentine’s Day I spent with Crappy Husband (aka Crappy Papa) when we were dating.
I wore a red dress and caviar was involved, though not in the way one might expect.
We stood in the hallway and he hugged me. A long embrace, the kind that keeps on going and you never want to let go.
I remember thinking:
And I did.
I was reminded of that moment last night.
Late last night, after a very long day, we hugged in the kitchen:
It was a long hug. Another prolonged, romantic, “falling in love” type embrace.
Except I wasn’t thinking about falling in love.
Falling in love is great. But being in love is way more fun.
Happy Valentine’s Day!