…boy, buddy, blanket, book.
Category Archives: Love is…
Love is…
…Eric sitting across from me with a handful of tissues, wiping the tears and the snot from my face as I cry over this brilliant and beautifully sad book.
“Oh, honey…” he keeps repeating.
Reason #1,379,256 for which I married him.
Love is…
…having my feet rubbed by the person who spent his whole day on his feet.
Love is…
…going out of his way to find a parking space–and brave the crowds–at a busy, college town Wegmans (on Superbowl Sunday) to bring home my favorite chocolate chip cookes.
Love is…
…flowers “just because.”
