to call me lucky would be a gross understatementi'm sitting in the kitchen, having my dinner made for me, but that's not why i love him. my car has new shoes and some new oily blood, thanks to a valentine's day come early, but that's not why i love him. he made dinner for me AND my pregnant-sans-hubby (who's in the mid east, keeping the soldier's teeth in line) bestest girly-friend, steak and lobster on valentine's day... but THAT'S not why i love him. and, i came home to a house full of hershey kisses, flowers, teddy bear, more chocolate, messages on my bathroom mirror, and: CLEAN DISHES...
THAT may be why i love him so much. he knows how to sweep me off my feet. chocolate and flowers are nice, but new tires! (gasp!!) AND an empty sink! (SWOON!!)
current mood: very cared for