“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven).
“Why?” he asks, barely containing the impulse to wipe his face.
“Because you tolerate pumpkins!”
“I hate pumpkins,” he replies.
“No, you LOVE pumpkins,” I counter.
“Okay, I love pumpkins,” he mumbles, trying to get back to Grand Prix.
And that is why I love this man. For humoring me as I pull down bins of plastic and paper pumpkins from the attic and plaster them all over the house. And for only giving me a mild amount of grief about it. (He’s saving the real grief for my 17 boxes of Christmas!)
All this is to say: HAPPY FALL, PEOPLE!
Somewhat related posts:
Love in the little moments
“You’re kissing me on purpose”: Laughter, the key to a happy marriage and life
Early Fall Snapshot 2012
A grateful heart: A marriage full of playfulness and joy