I have been on the road for the last week, except for the 14 hours between coming back from Tennessee Sunday night and leaving for DC Monday morning.  Everything personal – this blog, my correspondence, my husband and son – have been woefully neglected.

You will note that this absence included Valentine’s Day.  Nothing says I love you better than spending a night in a hotel room ALONE with your object of affection 500 miles away.  But my husband managed to overlook this particular act of suckiness and still made my Valentine’s Day sweet.  While I was still asleep, he tucked little surprises in my suitcase for me to find while I was gone.  I found the last of them on Valentine’s Day itself.  And there were flowers and clean fresh sheets on the bed when I came home.  

True love is when you can recognize another person’s general suckiness and love them anyway.

I love you, baby.  Thanks for ten years of love and tolerance.