I am putting a link here to Bye Bye Beer’s story today…..gave me the idea for this one!
Thanks Kristen! Anyone else like to join in???
The alarm goes off at 6 and I roll right out of bed. Today is not a day for my usual calm morning rituals; I have to be at my meeting at 8.
Shower, breakfast, dress, get bags and money ready for the after-meeting ritual of the farmer’s market (oh, the veggies! the yoghurt! do they have any asian pears?).
Check email hurriedly. Read Kristen’s blog as I eat…I think I’ll save Mick’s until later.
Valentine’s Day, right. That’s the thing that Tom never wanted to celebrate. “Hallmark holiday, means nothing, we love every day….”. I bought it, I agreed (although secretly believing it was a great way to get out of a card or gift on his part). But that was the standard set. Low/No expectations. And I DID love him every day, and it was easy to let it go.
UNTIL…Wonder Boy entered our lives. And suddenly the game changed because I wanted a Valentine from my little boy. I wanted to give him Valentines. I wanted to pick out those silly cards for his whole class, watch as he grew and was able to write his own name on them, see him get a crush on a girl and want to pick a more special card for her. I wanted him to learn that Valentine’s Day was special and I needed Tom’s cooperation to do that, I DEMANDED his cooperation!
One might say I broke our agreement, changed the rules midstream, used the kid to get what I really, deep down wanted.
One might be right.
Every year Valentines Day at least brought a card, either bought or homemade, and since the kid was doing it, the husband had to join in, to “be an example”.
Today I got a text “Hey you! Phone’s about to die and I am working like a madman today too. Just wanted to wish you a happy valentine’s day, and say thanks for being the number one lady in my life !! I’ll check in tonite. XO”
Mission Accomplished (tears of gratitude)