that kind of day

pete does nothing halfway, and that includes loving. so when he loves you, he loves you more than anyone on this earth has ever loved anyone else, and when your relationship isn't going exactly as he planned, well, it's bad and he lets you know as directly as he can. it might involve prolonged screaming, say, to and from party city in plymouth meeting, or it might involve wrenching himself free of his carseat while you're driving about 45mph so he can "get out of this car right now," or it could even involve biting your hands and clawing your face, repeatedly. it just might involve all three, more than once. it was that kind of day. and, yet, he almost always has a full lip kiss for each one of us before bed, but an extra long one for his sweetheart, me. it was also that kind of day.