For the record

I know that my husband is going to make all kinds of fun of me for writing this, even though he knows I don't mean anything by it. Everyone should know by now that my husband is the very love of my soul, and I don't want anyone but him.

I'll even preface a little: I was born in Texas, and spent most of my formative years in the South. When fatigued or stressed, or on the phone with my (North Carolinian) Daddy for more than five minutes, my accent bleeds back out, causing my Colorado-born husband to tell me to come back North of the Mason-Dixon line.

But sometimes, for some mysterious reason, a Virginian man's lilt can make me sorta shivery inside.

That's all. :)