Monday, February 16, 2009

Long Walks on Beach, Reading by Firelight, Late-Night Phone Calls

Sixteen and a half years of marriage, people.

Sixteen and a half.

The other day my dear husband, who is through-and-through an engineer (Eng-Gun-Eer for sweets), told me he thought we have the Perfect Marriage.

Now I have always been a mush, but this just about reduced me to less-than-mush. Would that be gruel? No. That's not it. (The lovey-doveyness of it all clearly reduced my vocabulary anyway.)

We had a nice Valentine's Day. The girls went all out and made homemade truffles. My EGE went all out and bought me a new apron from Etsy. It's red and sunshine yellow and flirty and just exactly right. I bought the EGE a trailer for his lawn tractor. It's red and utilitarian and just exactly right.

How was your Valentine's Day?


HonuGirl said...

Awww.... precious and adorably loving! AND, if my vote counts... I think it's perfect too (which coming from EGE, "perfect" is well, WOW! I'm totally teary-eyed!)

Valentine's was nice!

QuiltedSimple said...

Sounds perfect to me!

Shauna said...

I am new here! What a great blog :)

Katie said...

That apron is totally the deal sealer! Way to go EGE! :)