bReaking heArts..

One night recently, as we were drifting off into dreamland, my husband grasped my hand and said, “My heart breaks for you, you know.”  If you know my husband, you know that he is far from cliche and far from saying anything lightly.  So given all that is going on with my family right now, this was the most romantic thing he could have said.  We may not have some fabulous candle-lit V-day evening planned, and we may have a whole lot of sloppily iced and poorly decorated heart-shaped cookies and candy hearts ground into our carpet, but I do have this reassurance: that my husband is there to walk with me through this and hold my hand when it gets rough.  And that, I think, is the best Valentine one could hope for…