My husband and I have been sick together today, moping about the house in our PJs, carrying wads of Kleenex around in our hands. Why, this very minute, we're snuggled under quilts in our bed, listening to the gurgle and hiss of the humidifier. Minutes ago he rubbed my achy legs and feet and I whined and vented about how I feel so worn out these days with no passion for anything in my life.
"Anything?" he asked with a child-like frowny face.
"Except for you," I tried to recover.
He laughed at my insincerity.
"Actually, darling," I said earnestly, "I have never loved you more in all my life." And that is the honest to goodness truth.
Then we kissed like Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.
Ok, I made that last part up. But you know you loved it.
P.S. While we're on the subject of love, feast your eyes upon my annual Valentine's Special. If you buy Anchor and Feather in the Wind on my web site, you get 2 for $20 and free gift wrapping. The hearts are made of antique paper from a very old French school book. Click HERE to send one to your Valentine.
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