Romantic? You ask for romantic? (Weighing in late, as usual, mainly because I have no exciting concert stories.)
How’s this for sappy and sweet? I was telling my husband that I wished I talked “purty” like him, because sometimes I just overflow with love for him (okay, NOW who’s the romantic??) and can’t find the words to express it.
His response:
“On the contrary, my dear, you are perfectly fitted! You say so much with your hugs and kisses. The way you throw your arms around me speaks volumes.
And the way you make my heart sing is the sweetest feeling in the world. I am loved by the one I love. All is right and good.
You are a blessing to me as well, my love, and you deserve me as well as I deserve you.
I love you!”
Okay, how disgustingly sweet is that? He may be a dork, but he’s MY dork, and I wuvs him! (The honeymoon ain’t over and shows no signs of getting that way… 
)
This is also the man who whisked me away to a gorgeous bed and breakfast for our one year anniversary. We had our own cottage with a jacuzzi, and we spent two days and three nights in utter heaven, surrounded by lilies and roses and lots of pillows.
Ah, to be rich so we could actually afford to do that again someday…
And now back to our regularly scheduled raunchiness!
Think you should plan on a visit in the summer.
