true love

My Erik isn’t one for flowers or chocolates, and we’re both too practical for jewelry– neither of us wear wedding rings (though maybe we should?). His devotion is usually expressed in vacuuming the hallway, sustaining me in every crazy endeavor and talking for hours and hours on the same old subjects. Watching him flip the pancakes on Sunday afternoons makes my heart flutter every time.

But occasionally, he does something so wildly romantic that it takes my breath away.


Bluster away thunderstorms. My little rose tree is staked, tied and walled against your fury.

And every time I walk past the tree I feel deliciously, delightfully loved.

September 2, 2010
September 7, 2010



  1. Jeanelle

    September 6, 2010

    At first I started typing “so lucky” but I am changing that to “so very blessed.”

  2. michelle

    September 6, 2010

    All sorts of like.

  3. Selwyn

    September 6, 2010


  4. Sue

    September 6, 2010

    It’s those simple actions that show love best.


  5. Adri

    September 6, 2010


  6. Rachelle

    September 6, 2010

    Positively perfect post in every way. I love the rose tree. White is gorgeous! Romantic and lovely. You are loved.

  7. Tifani

    September 7, 2010

    Love, love, honest love.

  8. Travelin'Oma

    September 7, 2010

    What a sweet token of love! ( We don’t wear wedding rings either.)

  9. Tracy

    September 7, 2010

    He vacuums???? He is HOT!

  10. Cath

    September 7, 2010

    Saw your love token on my run this morning. It’s beautiful. Nothing quite compares to knowing you are loved.

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