. . . .ok, if you thought I was going to quote that cheesy 70s line, "Love is never having to say you're sorry" you're W-R-O-N-G.
Because we all know that love means having to say "I'm sorry"on a regular basis.
No, tonight love is processing a whole PILE of persimmons through a food mill - hand cranked - because your dear husband hasn't been able to get to his pet project.
That project being harvesting the tons of persimmons from our prolific tree in the backyard. He was so faithful in waiting until after the first frost, researching how to make persimmon jam, picking up the fallen fruit, enthralling the kids with the tales of this wonderful food right in our own backyard.
And now, with bowls of mashed persimmons, full of seeds and skins, taking up space in my fridge:
Love is staying up late, watching Young Victoria on Netflix, and running a hand food mill, covered in persimmons.
I love you, honey.