We go on a date every week to reestablish our connection to each
other. This is necessary both for our sanity and my whininess.
I am still giddy about my husband and being in his presence, despite the fact that we are, you know, MARRIED.
Sometimes in these moments I am so consumed with the love I have for my husband I don’t know what to do with myself. I am what one would
accurately describe as a “goober.” I find my desires stuck between
maintaining a sense of public decorum and lunging across the table,
kissing his sweet cheeks, flinging my arms around his neck and hanging
on for dear life.
I worry if I love him too hard his eyes could pop out or something.