No sooner had I picked bitty E up from her class than she announced she was going to marry Andrew.
{Andrew, I’m sure you’re a lovely boy, but you’re going to need to talk to big Dave.}
I used to think having a Valentine was all romance and candy hearts and “gimme a kiss on da wips,” as bitty G says.
Now I know I’ve got a good one when he spends almost his entire morning off doing something he has zero personal enthusiasm for, but knows that it matters to me.
And he does it without complaining. Mostly.
And he puts himself in such a spot in the first place where a project such as “preparing for the rock pathway” would be necessary.
I’ll keep him. He’s a real deal Valentine.
