My wife loves your socks. She been crazy about them ever since I bought her one pair on a trip to Vermont.
So I just bought her some more for Valentines.
I wrote her some poetry to go with it and thought I’d share it with you.
Love isn’t holding doors or a bouquet of flowers
And it isn’t jewelry or fancy restaurants
It’s a hug when she needs it most and even when she doesn’t
It’s knowing the words to lift her up when her confidence is failing
And it’s knowing when to shut-up and sit with her in silence
It’s bringing extra gloves because you knew she’d forget hers
And it’s letting her use you to warm her freakishly cold feet
It’s remembering all her favorite things because seeing her smile is your favorite thing
And it’s getting her those alpaca fur socks she likes, because I mean seriously now,
how can anyone’s feet actually be that cold!?!