|Valentine's Day 2013|
I'm not much for flowers, chocolate, and jewelry. I know - so weird, right? Despite my insisting on no gifts, Bill is always guilty of spoiling me (and the girls) - on holidays, birthdays, or just because. What I find more appealing than the thoughtful presents, though, are his loving words
that accompany the goodies.
Upon seeing the flowers and reading the message that Bill had delivered this afternoon -
Oh, no! You and dad aren't going to do the smooshie smooshie on the bed again are you?
Excuse me? What do you mean, Gianna?
You know - K! I! S! S!
Oh, probably. Why do you call it smooshie smooshie?
Because - you smoosh your lips like this (smooshes lips) when you kiss.
Girls - I'm sorry I continue to traumatize you with my crazy affection for your daddy. I just can't get enough of him. One day I hope you'll understand - many, many, many (many) years from now.
Happy Valentine's Day!