I’m one of those people, decried as an example of everything that’s wrong about the cynical world, that considers Valentine’s Day a complete load of bullshit.
Oh, I think it has its place — as a socialization exercise for school-age children — but as an adult holiday? An officially-sanctioned single day where you must demonstrate your affection for your loved one with appropriate gifts of a prescribed minimum-acceptable value? I put it right up there with the Christmas commercials that tell us that if I don’t buy her a car wrapped in a big red bow (or a diamond, or perhaps a diamond-studded car), I’m somehow failing in my duties as husband.
The wife knows this — which of course led to the best Valentine EVER, when I completely went against type and, despite what she knew about my opinion of the holiday, showed up with two dozen roses and a silver “Wonder Woman” ring.
Generally though? I don’t partake, and neither does the wife. We know that we love each other, and display it often, without sanction or official token from Hallmark.
But on this Valentine’s Day, after a particularly stressful weekend (followers on Twitter will be aware that I was admitted to the hospital overnight on Friday with chest pains — I’m OK, it was just a stress-releated anxiety attack, and my blood pressure, cholesterol, etc. are just fine), I wanted to make public declaration of just how lucky I am to have this woman in love with me:
I mean, seriously. Look at her. Now look at the picture of me, over there on the right (or the left, if you’re looking at this on Facebook. Or… well, nowhere, I guess, if you’re looking on Livejournal. Or RSS. Hmm. Never mind — this phrase got away from me a bit).
She’s with me. I know, I can’t believe it either. I’m either very, very lucky — or she’s seriously disturbed… which is still kinda cool, in a gothic-romance, madwoman in the crumbling estate kinda way.
So there you go. Valentine’s Day shmoopiness, completely against type. I love my wife.
Now get offa my lawn, ya dern kids! (*shakes cane*)
Awwww! I feel lucky, too. (or I’m mad – either way) :).
But you aren’t getting a return post, because that would be TOO schmoopy.
I love you.
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Heh. I’m not anti-valentine’s day like you are, but my wife and I have gotten out of the habit of observing because it’s usually on the same weekend as one of the local gaming conventions, when I’m too busy trying to kill players and she’s too busy trying to deliver pipeweed to the underground city of the orcs.
But yes, you look like a lucky man!
(And try to take it easy – too much stress will kill you!)
Awwwww….. :)