|Things base and vile, folding no quantity, |
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
-- A Midsummer Night's Dream
|When Love speaks, the voice of all the gods |
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
-- Love's Labour Lost
And then on Saturday, she gave me matching sweatshirts (Mine says "Soul," which when I saw it I said "Great, I love it!" because I didn't know yet that it was matching and thought maybe Sweetie was just saying I had soul, but hers says "Mate", so we got to be in love and embarrass the older kids),
|Hear my soul speak: |
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
-- The Tempest
and I left little notes around the house detailing various great memories I had of her from our nearly-two-decades together, and she gave me a box of candy, and we cooked matching pizzas together (only hers was more heart shaped, so mine had the pepperonis arranged into a heart), and then we watched the movie Annabelle after the boys went to bed, so all in all, a great Valentine's Day.
|My bounty is as boundless as the sea,|
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
-- Romeo & Juliet.
(True of Love; Not True Of Pizza.)