Smooshie Smooshie

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 -

Gianna exclaimed,

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.

March 2002

Happy Valentine's Day!