Young at Heart

I like when my husband flirts with me.

It's true he still flirts like a 16 year old boy
and part of me wants to tell him you're not supposed to hit and pester the girl you like when you're in your 30's . . .
but
. . . the other part of me is still a 16 year old girl who giggles and plays coy, gets giddy and keeps her mouth shut because, let's face it, any attention from the boy you like is quite nice.