Valentine

I don't usually do this sort of thing, but... it's late, I'm tired, and he's wearing cologne. (We used to say that jokingly in college to explain why we kissed a boy or something.) But seriously, it is Valentines Day and I feel inspired to say how much I love a certain Arnie Paul.

We're sleeping on the couches tonight because our mattress is getting cleaned (thank you leaky pullup). But I'm looking over at him, listening to his soft snore, and thinking how lucky I am to know him and get to spend every day with him. I know. I know. Gag.

But it's true, and he reads this blog and all men love public adoration, so... this is for him.