Love Story
Kiss Like You Mean It.
It’s Valentine’s Day at the time of this writing. When I was signing John’s card, I had to calculate the math. It’s our 38thValentine’s Day. I still remember the first one. I made a basket (as in hand weaved from dyed reeds) and filled it with favorite candy, a card, and some other goodies. This year, there are chocolate strawberries on the counter and a dinner reservation in the calendar. I wrote a very G-rated sentiment in the card and whispered a very R-Rated message in John’s ear. Shortly thereafter, we were both cleaning poop off our dog’s foot and looking for the Swifter Mop pads. Sometimes, that’s how the Crosby love story goes, and it still takes my breath away.
