Tomorrow is “Lavish Lauren with Lots of Love” Day. 
What a great day! Husband is taking me out to dinner. And I don’t know what else at this point.
He’s quite a suck up thought. Yesterday he wrote me a poem.
Incandescence
I sit here in darkness -
The lamp has gone out again.
I come home in darkness -
The front-porch light is dead.
None of that really matters.
My life is really very bright.
When I sit here in “darkness”
I know you’re sitting next to me.
When I come home in “darkness”
I know you’re waiting inside for me.
And so life goes on;
No matter how dark, no matter how light-less
The next thing I see or hear is you
And the lights come on again
Now, before you think it’s all sweet and mushy, there is really a story behind it. A few days ago, the porch light went out, then the lamp in the living room burned out, and then another light in the living room burned out. And, we’re out of light bulbs. See, this wasn’t really a sappy poem, but a social commentary on the lack of light bulbs in our home. I could make a comment about how he’s implying that I’m lacking in my wife duties of providing basic household items, but I’ll give my husband more credit than that.
It’s still sweet anyway. He’s another Shakespeare and all– inventing words like “light-less”.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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That seems like such a good guy