I love how, after 22 years of daily use -- two to three cups of coffee (with cream and sugar -- just like me, except he uses more sugar and adds a little milk, too), rinsing, washing -- the big red heart still shines through loud and clear on DH's coffee mug. It used to say "I *heart* my husband," and if you look very closely, you can make out some of the letter ghosts even in this picture.
It has not been an easy 22 years. Some of it has been downright shit-crap-hell. Some of it has been idyllic. It's always best when we're working at staying connected. The heart's a good reminder.
Happy Valentine's Day!