Love is old, love is new, love is all, love is you.

Bob to me:

"This is, quite possibly, the perfect day." He then listed out everything we did. Winter farmer's market. Watched snow (yes, really) fall outside. Drove around. Bought tea. He cooked. I worked on an album.

Me: "And sat on the couch next to me, right?"

Bob: "Of course. I get lonely when you're not here."