Belated and PG-rated

I know my kids are really too old for such pictures, but I did it anyway. I didn't do such things when they were little because I hadn't been introduced to the wonders of the Bloggy world. So, I guess I will do them now until Tate's voice deepens and he has facial hair.

They are definitely not too old for making Valentines...

But some readers may be too young for the following story. This is the account of a real live conversation that took place between my husband and myself this morning, the day after Valentine's Day. Please read the whole story before you flag my blog as inappropriate or think my husband is rude...

Me: "Last night was pure bliss." Sigh. "How was it for you?"
Bill: Unenthusiastically, "Fine."

You need to know the back story here. For many years, I slept with a body pillow. I loved my body pillow. I needed my body pillow. Bill tolerated my body pillow. He referred to it as the third party in our marriage. And then something terrible happened. Lice. I could have washed the body pillow, but it gave me a nervous tick to keep our old pillows around. They all had to go. Even My Precious.

That was back in July. I decided that it was good for me to be weaned off the body pillow and learn how to sleep like a normal person. And I have. I learned to sleep without it and Bill enjoyed the extra room in our bed. Except, there wasn't really extra room. I still took up the same amount of room as I did with the body pillow. I guess Bill knew that there was still a "body pillow shaped hole in my heart" and he sacrificed his own desires to give me a new body pillow for Valentine's Day. To me, that's all kinds of romantic.

So, that was what "last night" was referring to in our earlier conversation, the return of the body pillow. It was only later on that I realized that it could have sounded like we were talking about something else.

Here is a picture of me and my beloved Valentine...
Thanks, Billy. I think you know I love you WAY more than the body pillow.