Rob in Springtime

Rob, who will obviously be ecstatic that I’m sharing this, becomes somewhat of a mushball when the weather is nice. Of course, the warm temps, cool breezes, and sudden flower blooms elevate everyone’s mood. Who doesn’t love spring? But Rob…he LOVES spring. He wants to marry it. This weekend we were traveling across town in a cab with the windows open, when he turned to me, wide-eyed, and said “A flower petal just fell into my hand.” And then violins started playing.

This is the same man who, it must be said, has announced—word for word—that “there is nothing better than watching The Sound of Music in the springtime.”

Which is markedly different from other times of the year, when he will do things like pin me to the couch in an effort to see how far up my nose he can get my engagement ring.