You'd have a thing for my husband. Maybe. Certainly I do.
Right now, through the door of the office, I have a perfect view of him. Sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by Miss M, Miss R, and Mr B. Working through the Valentine's cards, writing names for them, problem-solving their who-gets-whats, asking patiently which one goes to Emma, and here, let me show you how that is folded, now you can do it...
Sharpie in hand, music playing in the background, everyone cross-legged on the floor, happy chirpy voices chiming in, his voice below theirs. His head tipped down to listen, his hair down his back, being patient even after a long weekend of cooped-up in the snow with everyone.