As I was making myself a slice of toast one afternoon, I noticed my parents' house was unusually quiet.
Alarmingly quiet, even.
I went in search of my girl, who has taken a terrifying liking to the wood stairs, but to no avail.
I was just about to panic, when I heard giggling from the music room.
Sometimes a girl just needs time with her Nana.
Heaven knows I do.
And when I walked in on this little scene, my heart nearly exploded.
How's that for a Valentine's Day story?