Overheard today at Wash Perk:
I haven't told any of my kids that I intend to marry you. But they're old enough and haven't seen me act like this in forever.
And in return she read out loud the (healthy) ingredients in his breakfast burrito as he admitted his liking for donuts. Uh-oh. Pre-marital diet counseling, perhaps?
I blushed and I smiled, realizing it is still possible to be smitten with butterflies at any age (or any amount of gray hair).
And good advice given to start the new year: He must earn you. And you don't need more friends.
Why didn't I think of that?