… then a heart-shaped pizza, candlelight, and a couple of glasses of wine sitting on the table when you climb out of the cab and walk into the house after 2 days away in Toronto.
I’m not much for Valentine’s Day gimmicks, but it was nice to walk into the house and feel loved. And you know what said it better than the pizza, wine or candlelight? The clean house, the well-cared-for children, and the patient support despite the fact that I travel more than he’d like.
Thanks Buddy. My measly little box of chocolates paled in comparison.