Hot Tamales

I love cinnamon.  I love that Tim will bring me home the occasional box of Hot Tamales candy just because or like today for a specific occasion.  I love that he thinks outside the box.  I love that when he brings me flowers it has most often been wildflowers that he has picked himself. I love that I have a little white stone sitting on the ledge above my kitchen sink in the shape of a heart that he found and brought home to me.  I love that part of why he brings me cinnamon candy is because between us it has a double meaning ; ).