5.14.2014

You Move Through My Dreams Like a Trout Moves Through a Pool



John and I don't make a habit of recognizing Valentine's Day every year, but St. George's Day is another matter, entirely.  I'm happy to give up the forced hooplah of V-Day, and I always forget St. George's Day, too, but each year John faithfully surprises me with the customary rose and book.  It's the best custom ever!

I don't usually talk about all John does on shotsnaps, because it's a fluffy blog of snapshots and little else, plus, in spite of all the blather, I'm pretty private, preferring to strike a happy medium, but he consistently bolsters me with gifts of service, showing Love and kindness in actions harder to deliver than roses and books.  I hold these close. The truest Blue.

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