feeling mushy about Josh

So once upon a time -- a bit short of two years ago, I was sitting here, staring out over the Aegean, halfway between our amazing hotel and the small town where we ate moussaka and pizza and very salty purple olives.

For Valentine's Day/Engagement Day, Josh painted me a lovely picture to remind me of it. He also made me dinner and hid a rose in the refrigerator while I wasn't looking (I was reading Toni Morrison with my glasses off):

The dinner was really very lovely: chicken with spicy cocoa marinade, rice, salad, and hot cocoa afterward. Not to provoke outrageous fits of jealousy or anything, but I'm really blessed to have this guy in my life.