For all of my faults and foibles
And here-and-there squabbles
You have remained my steady
Reminding me that we’re plenty
Thank you, my darling Husband
For loving me times a dozen
For all of my faults and foibles
And here-and-there squabbles
You have remained my steady
Reminding me that we’re plenty
Thank you, my darling Husband
For loving me times a dozen
Happy Valentine’s Day
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Second holiday of the year
With our son, our newborn dear
Magical forest your dark hazel eyes
Who knew we’d have an angel in disguise
You’re his and mine
Our stars have aligned
So thankful I am for you
There’s nothing I won’t do
So eat and sleep, sweet love
There’s nothing I’m more proud of
For you have made this holiday
Surpassing a thousand bouquets
For those of you who don’t already know this, the New Yorker is giving the public three months (about two months as of today) of free content. So read to your heart’s content, folks. And don’t forget about the love story collection.