Love Is....

My best friend and college roommate, Shannon, used to collect a comic strip called "love is...". Her mom would sometimes send her one in the mail and she would pin it up on her bulletin board in our dorm room. To be honest, I always thought it was a little creepy that the man and woman were naked in the comics, but they are sweet none the less.

Definitely.

I haven't thought about these comics since sophomore at UNT (Go mean green!), but for some reason I was reminded of them yesterday when Marcos came home with a huge container of chocolate mousse from Del Frisco's. An Oracle salesman took him and a few of his colleagues out to lunch at the famous steak house where he had a four course meal, which included jumbo shrimp and filet mignon. (I had leftover lentils and grilled cheese for lunch, in case you were wondering.) He texted me after lunch and told me that he had saved his dessert for me. It's probably because he was so full from the three previous courses, but I like to think it's because he was thinking about me and my affinity for anything chocolate.

Love is...bringing home chocolate mousse for your wife...even though she hasn't made dinner in over a week.