I remember when Frank was very young - you know, waaay long ago...

I was laying on the couch having a nap with him sleeping in my arms and the CD we were listening to had ended. A new CD came on, one that I really didn't like very much, that belonged to D. I remember starting to cry because I was thinking of D and Frank and how much I loved them, how wonderful my husband was - despite, perhaps because of, some of our different music tastes.

It was clearly a case of hormone imbalance - for me to start crying like that with so little provocation. Now, funny thing here:

I suppose it was like a drug in a way - just something a little different running through my veins and yippee!
(of course, I must admit, it wasn't "yippee" all the time back then)