Insert Mushiness Here
Ordinarily, I would write something mushy in this space about my profound love for Tom. But the last time I did that, more than one party took that as an excuse to pressure us about major life milestones that we aren’t interested in discussing with anyone but each other.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. Even if I don’t say it here, I think you know…
UPDATE: I would also ordinarily have spelled “write” correctly the first time, but apparently not after two glasses of wine with dinner. *sigh*