Baby, you and me got a geeky kind of love

This weekend, Paul surprised me with a little program that he'd written. His nifty new tool extracts all of my blog entries (even the comments!) and stores them offline for safekeeping. "It just occurred to me that you've got so much here now, and it would be terrible if it ever got lost," he told me. And in less than a minute, his program did what I've been meaning to get around to for months now, in a far more organized way than I ever would have done it.

Flowers and wining and dining and romantic moments that involve gazing into each other's eyes? All lovely ideas. But the reality of a man who understands what matters to me and uses his talents to safeguard it? That's a man I'll love forever. Thanks, hon. The program's nifty. But the fact that you saw the need for it without my ever saying a word? That's the best part of all.