This has been my view the past week: one sad, sick baby on my lap, so close I can't focus the camera.
Fortunately, he's on the mend!
Unfortunately, he gave it to me.
I know we said we weren't getting each other anything for Valentine's Day, but I can't help it that you already got me something.
Space to write.
Sure, it wasn't for today in particular, but today in particular is a good example, because you are upstairs with our very noisy, un-thought-inspiring 2-year-old, and I am downstairs, tip-typing away on my computer, in peace.
I would never have won NaNoWriMo again (or the first time) without you. I would never have written so many articles and posts and poems without your giving me that time to go into my head, to live temporarily in another world and enjoy writing once more.
Thank you for your faithfulness, your patience, your ability to amuse a toddler, your inventiveness, your generosity, and your love. Your love.
All the writing I've done for the past two and a half years? It's all thanks to you.
I love you, Steve. Happy Valentine's Day.