My Husband Is Old-fashioned And Kind, He

Oh, Where Is The Fairy Godmother Of Explanations When You Need Her?

Death Itself Is Too Big To Take In, She Already Sees That; The Loss Comes At You Instead In An Infinite Number Of Small Installments That Can Never Be Paid Off.

No Man Would Ever Use Both Hands To Hold A Cup Of Tea, Unless He Was One Day's March From The South Pole, With One Chum Dead In The Snow, Dogs All Eaten And Six Fingers About To Drop Off. And Even Then He Would Look Around The Empty Tent To Check, In Case Anybody Thought It Was Girly.

My Husband Is Old-fashioned And Kind, He Does The Greatest Sinatra Impression, And I'd Never Have Written Anything If He Hadn't Read All Those Bedtime Stories And Unloaded The Dishwasher While I Slaved Over Chapters.

The Quickest Way To Stop Noticing Something May Be To Buy It, Just As The Quickest Way To Stop Appreciating A Person May Be To Marry Them.