Oh, Saint Valentine, if you can hear me up there....
Bring me the things that I love.
Kisses from Paul.
Handholding from Eason.
Wit from Ada Brooks (who never has been much of a cuddler - i wasn't either until i got old)
Sweet smiles from Collins, who lets me rock him whenever I feel the urge.
Lemon Garlic Roasted Chicken.
Gravy.
Eighteenth Century Political Philosophy.
yellowyorange tulips.
Netflix Instant View.
Coasters.
Wine with Lunch.
gold ruffled annieglass.
velveeta....
aged swiss.
black and white pictures of faces.
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.
Clove Cigarettes (shhh)
Campfires.
Sleeping Bags.
Two sleeping bags zipped together for "warmth" with my husband in them.
Father of the Bride.
Scrabble.
Green.
Hardback Books without their covers.
Twenty First Century Theology.
Grammar exercises.
Grading Papers.
Presents in need of wrapping.
Chocolate Chess Pie.
When everyone else is napping.
Gin. Oh, Gin.
Really Cold Martini Glasses.
Peanut Butter on Ice Cream.
Pavlova.
The privilege of naming children.
A good baptism.
A good funeral.
Cheap Port.
Expensive Juice.
The Skins of Baked Potatoes.
Steak Sauce.
Shrimp.
Snow.
Back rubs.
Praise to the Lord the Almighty.
Nineteenth Century American Poetry.
Twentieth Century (Early) American Literature.
Footie Pajamas.
Grocery lists.
Pandora.
Rocking out with my littlest brother.
Making my mother laugh so hard she has to run to the bathroom.
Godparents.
Holidays.
Rainboots.
Staying in for date night.
Riding Mechanical Bulls.
gotcha....
Happy Valentines Day out there in snowland and beyond. What a privilege to play in the show with my babies. God is good, life is good, and the world is spinning.
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