Ten.

If I hadn't already done the maths last year, I'm not sure I would have believed this was our tenth Valentine's Day together. 

Ten? Already? 

Fuck. We are old.

Happy Valentine's Day, Finster. I love you more than Smidgen loves sleeping. (A lot.)

{Print from Not on the High Street. I wanted to get Fin this card, but I couldn't bring myself to look at it without mentally pencilling in an extra "U". Seriously, it's like a curse.}