Here we are again.
Another Valentine's Day.
It often leaves TOG (The Old Goat) and I a bit at a loss to deal with the huge expectations surrounding the love fest.
Don't get us wrong. We love each other. But it's not something so fragile or unacknowledged that we need a day of celebration or everything will collapse in a heap of divorce papers.
The love we have for each other has been forged over years of marriage including bad dinners, busted budgets, raising 3 children (one with autism), changing careers, health issues, stubborn arguments and multiple instances of reaffirming that we did indeed want to remain in love and together for the long haul.... in spite of the fact that neither of us is the same person the other fell in love with so many years ago.
And you want me to buy him a Hallmark card?
As soon as I find one that encapsulates what he means to me. I gave up looking for that card long ago. And so did he.
It was so much more meaningful that he took a few extra moments this morning to sort through the sourdough turnovers I made last night looking for the perfect one to take for his lunch. Why? Because he's going to showcase it in front of his co-workers so they'll see how lucky he is to be married to me. You can't get that kind of feel good from a $2.00 card with a big red heart on it.
And for goodness sake, don't even think about sending me roses!