anyway, so then i asked steve if he was ready to share his. he sweetly told me he needed more time. i prided myself on my quick wit and mocked him for his lack of speed.
well, this morning i was humbled when i awoke to a text from steve. (he leaves for work early, while i continue sleeping peacefully, then sends me a text around 9:30 to make sure i wake up at a reasonable hour. haha.)
so this text, it was my haiku. or his haiku for me, rather.
Face of an angel
Tender heart, my perfect match
Smitten from the start
in gramma hart's words i " sure picked a good one." :)

love this boy.