One of the many ways in which Clint and I are completely opposite: he pretty much never complains. In fact, the only thing he ever really whines about is being cold. His hands, feet and nose are almost always freezing. I'm not kidding when I say that lately he has been sleeping in pants, a shirt and two sweaters, socks, slippers, a beanie and gloves. Then wrapped up in a blanket or two. Ridiculous, right? It's not even cold here.
So I think he liked the handmade gift I gave him in celebration of our holiday, February 13th: a rice bag warmer, to heat up his hands and feet and keep him warm when I can't. (The "h" shield is something he draws on everything and calls his personal insignia or family crest.)
He has been especially wonderful, patient, and sweet the past few weeks. There's no way I could leave out an I love you, husband on a day like today.
Happy Valentine's, and Happy 100th to my beautiful state of Arizona.