The Gift of Time

My husband gave me a lovely Valentine's Day gift yesterday.  He removed our son from the computer, gave him something else to do, and turned to me.

"Go write," he said. "You're always looking for time to write.  Here- go write."

It was better than roses.

Of course, muses being what they are, mine promptly deserted me, leaving me to pick a bit at pieces I'd already written and set aside for revision - but as with so many things, it's the thought that counts.

Hope your Valentine's Day was happy, too.