(Happy Throwback Thursday! In honor of Valentine’s Day I am republishing this post, which originally ran on Feb. 14, 2015.)
I put a card on DF’s coffee cup this morning, even though we’d agreed to opt out of the Valentine’s Day hoopla.
“It’s a frugal card,” I assured him. “Hallmark sent it to me.”
Seriously: I’m a member of the company’s Gold Crown loyalty programs, and Hallmark recently mailed both a love-you card and a birthday card. I was supposed to have had them scanned at the store to earn extra points, but I keep forgetting to do that.
After two years of living together, DF and I still “delight in each other’s company,” as he puts it.
Do we ever. Whenever he walks into the room my heart still does a funny little dance, not unlike the kind you see in “A Charlie Brown Christmas.”
Sometimes I’ll glance up from reading or writing and catch him gazing at me with what I can only describe as a moon-eyed calf look.
Then he’ll grin ruefully at own besottedness and say, “I really love you.”
I still can’t quite believe that I found the perfect guy for me: smart, caring, well-read, a great conversationalist and the world’s greatest cuddler. DF is always thinking of and doing things for others. He’s more than fair in the division of household chores. Upon request he’ll play the theme from “Astro Boy” on the piano, but will also play Brahms’ Intermezzo in A, which he describes as “the universe in three pages.”
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