It's popular these days to talk about how we've got love all wrong, and with only two naive years of marriage in my repertoire of human experience, I probably don't have much of it right.
Somehow, the simplest parts—friendship, kindness, ease—can quickly become complicated, sour, passive... silent. But on this February weekend, when the world either celebrates or scoffs at romance, I am dedicated to celebrating the days when friendship and kindness reign, comfortable and easy like a pan of hot cornbread.
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