It's Official

After 11 years, I finally believe Marcus loves me wholeheartedly. (Ok, so I pretty much believed this when he MARRIED me and then we had a BABY, but go with me here.)  He was cleaning up his computer yesterday, deleting files that no one has looked at for years, and we came across a couple of plays I wrote for my playwriting class my senior year of college.  I didn't have my own computer then, so Marcus would let me type my plays on his.  And he saved them.  For 11 years.  And transferred them whenever he bought new computers.  He doesn't save things HE wrote for 11 years.  I asked him why he still had them and he said "I thought you might need them.  Plus I like to read this one every year or so."  Dude.  He also lets my theatre books intermingle with his on the shelves.  If that ain't love, nothing is.

Comments

[J]

Now, that is love. Letting your theatre books live on the same shelves as his is REAL love!

[Jen L.]

Guess I should stop making him ask before he touches my Sharpies, huh?

[rkmama]

Aw. I love when you find something sweet out about the person you thought had all the sweetness wrung out of them years ago.

[Papa]

Gag. Get a room.

[J]

Ever the romantic - your daddy. ;)

[Hungry Homo]

Yup. Thats sweet. So sweet I have to go eat ice cream now to cut it.