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My husband is not a bookish guy. (I just heard you gasp in outrage) I have tried and tried to convert him...all to no avail. But I love him anyway. And he loves me. Wanna know how I know? When he proposed (AGES ago) he memorized a bit of the Sonnets from the Portuguese for me and recited it before asking me to marry him. It still makes me smile to think about that day.
Valentines is such a commercial holiday. Many refuse to celebrate it. We don't really do anything special, but it's always a time that I mentally take stock of our relationship and remember monumental days...and I usually read a bit on Elizabeth Barrett Browning for good measure.
Labels: poetry, Valentines Day
