My dad used to cut out the "Love is.." comics and bring them home to my mother when he found one that he especially liked. My parents weren't particularly romantic, so it was a big gesture from him.
If I were to draw that comic today, I would call it "Love is....when your husband hears you crying at 4:30 in the morning with back pain, and he wakes up and gives you drugs and a massage."
I'm so lucky to be loved by him.
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If you keep up this level of cheesiness I'm not going to be able to visit this blog anymore. I'm on a diet for chrissakes.
How very sweet of him. I hope your back feels better soon.
Awww. You are so awesome!
Dave, stuff it. You can no longer hide your jealousy behind a mask of faux indignation. We see through it.
I wonder how easy it is for some people to put a smile on other faces. Like u did, as I read this post. I have a collection of these 'Love is...'stuff. They're so cool.
Wishes 4 u & your hubby!
Cheers =)
Our favorite one is where the two of them are on level #1 podiums and the caption reads, "Love is when you both come first."
(I don't know if the double-entendre was intentional or not, but we still got a kick out of it)
Haha. That's hilarious!
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