Mark read this to me at our Valentine's dinner:
AN INVITATION
The Pasture
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring:
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.-You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.-You come too.
- Robert Frost
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Feb. 14th at the Reagans
Conversation three years ago:
Me: So, Mark. What do you like on Valentine's Day?
Mark: I like a big sugar cookie with pink frosting on top.
Me: OK
Isn't it nice that husbands are clear? Mark does not normally like pink. Not pink oxfords, not pink dresses, and especially not hot-pink wallpaper. But on Valentine's Day, he makes his once-a-year nod to the place that pink holds in the universe - on top of his gigantic sugar cookie.
And Mark, the kind husband that he is, bought me flowers. And he knows that roses are not my favorite.
Just look at the insides of the beauties! Thanks Baby!
Me: So, Mark. What do you like on Valentine's Day?
Mark: I like a big sugar cookie with pink frosting on top.
Me: OK
Isn't it nice that husbands are clear? Mark does not normally like pink. Not pink oxfords, not pink dresses, and especially not hot-pink wallpaper. But on Valentine's Day, he makes his once-a-year nod to the place that pink holds in the universe - on top of his gigantic sugar cookie.
And Mark, the kind husband that he is, bought me flowers. And he knows that roses are not my favorite.
Just look at the insides of the beauties! Thanks Baby!
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