spring is still a long freakish way off

I hinted broadly and widely and Matt shuffled his way into the snow and into Weiss to rummage through the flowers on Valentine’s Day. I bought him a 24oz mug that he can knock on the floor without the coffee flinging everywhere. We handed over our offerings without eye contact and argued our way out to a very early 5 o’clock in the afternoon dinner so that the younger cooler baby sitter could have an evening Binghmaton life. This is true love. True, ordinary, necessary, possibly mushy love. But the real mush and goosh is to blog together. The family that blogs together is the family that doesnt get a lot of other important stuff done. We couldnt be more happy with each other.

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