"Honey, it's almost time for us to do valentines. Can you take a minute to write something for the kids?"It took an hour or two for my husband to process that, but obviously it hadn't fully processed, or I hadn't been clear enough. He approached me later."OK, where are the cards you wanted me to sign?"I smiled."There are no cards. You get to provide them." With a slight hint of tease in my voice,
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