As I write this, I’m finishing off the pan of rice krispie treats Sumer made this evening. One more reason why I love her. Have I ever told you that I married the most wonderful woman in the universe?
Forgive me as I indulge in some flattery, for no good reason other than it’s Valentine’s Day.
Sumer knows me better than anyone else in the world. I love her completely and trust her completely. I’ve never met anyone with such a complete capacity to love and care for others, and not a day passes that I wish I weren’t more like her. We have a completely codependent relationship in every way. It’s great.
Sumer has a wicked fast temper that can flare up in a second, then pass away just as quickly. I love being married to a quirky firebrand.
Sumer melts like butter when you rub her back just so. She cries at sad movies, gets scared during scary movies and laughs out loud during comedies. She wears her heart on her sleeve and I love her for it.
Sumer was performing in a comedy group called the Garrens when I first saw her, on stage. I shamelessly picked up on her during the intermission, got her number from a friend and stalked her until she dated me. We made out like bandits, then broke up in angry fights, swearing never to talk to each other again. then, the next semester, we’d get together again. This went on for three years before we grew up and married each other. For her first Valentine’s Day present I got her a hot dog from 7-11. She cried with gratitude. This is when I realized that I love a crazy woman.
Happy Valentine’s Day, crazy woman.
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