|Truer words have never been uttered|
I'm not going to let some Zaftig little tyke from classical mythology, who bears a freakish and disturbing resemblance to one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Honey Boo Boo, named Cupid, dictate how I display my affection for she who I love the best on some given date on the calendar.
That said, it was good to take she who I love the best, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML, to dinner last night. We joined two other couples at an Italian place and had a good meal and laughs. It was good to be out with the best friend I have ever had. I marvel each day at her goodness. I try to be better for her each day. Heaven knows that after twenty five years with me, she deserves it.
She deserves the best of everything. I've still got a ways to go to be the best, but I'm working on it. I am a decidedly lucky and blessed man. In spite of my irritation with the whole Valentine's Day thing and the dogged pursuits of Cupid, I am proud to declare how much I love the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML.