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I picked this shot from our night at a fundraiser because we looked hot that day, didn't we?

To My Valentine,

On this day, 19 years since you proposed marriage, I suppose it’s entirely predictable that tonight, I will once again pull the blankets off of you.

I don’t do it on purpose. I simple pull the blankets with me as I turn away from you in my sleep, effectively rolling myself up like a giant, double thick roll of Bounty paper towels. I don’t think about how this leaves you with nothing but a corner of the sheets and, likely, seething anger. I am asleep and way too busy trying to save the universe from invading Goldfish crackers on mo-peds, or whatever the dream of the night is. (more…)

I have, once again, disappointed my husband. This time I didn’t attend a Major League Soccer final in the pouring rain while pregnant, nor did I lose the owner’s manual to my mini-van. (That’s long gone). This time, I used too much gas. And it’s yet another example of how, though we live in the same house and have the same children, my husband and I live different lives. (more…)

He couldn’t just stand by and watch me attempt to kill another washing machine. So, my husband Pete took the sheets and blankets out of my hands and redistributed them in the washer before pouring in the detergent and pushing the start button.

“Happy anniversary,” Pete said and kissed me on the cheek. (more…)

I didn’t have to answer the phone when I saw my husband’s name pop up on the caller ID.

I didn’t have to check the end of the driveway.

I didn’t even have to pop my head into the garage.

I just knew. (more…)