Even though Chris and I don’t observe commercial holidays and weren’t even in the same state yesterday, he is my eternal valentine. This man, this generous, gifted father, artist, man of my heart, is a gift. What I am grateful for: a man who doesn’t like to watch sports on television, a man who makes me laugh like I’m six years old and just heard my first poop joke, a man who feeds the birds every morning before he has his first cup of coffee–thanks, fates, for sending him. 
February 15th, 2012UncategorizedRead More >No Comments
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