This weekend, the SuperHusband, so-named for a reason, asks me if he’s expected to buy me chocolate for Valentine’s day. No, I tell him, and I actually mean it. What I do want is to have dinner (at home) together per our longstanding tradition, but that won’t happen this year, because I’ve got to be at church at 6:30 tonight to a sponsor a confirmee. I couldn’t think of a more auspicious date for such an outpouring of the Holy Spirit, so no complaints here.
Well , SuperHusband says, since you won’t be able to enjoy it on the 14th, how about I give you these now:
That’s love.
