Credit where it's due
My husband hates Valentine's Day.
This is not to say that he cannot be sweet or romantic - he can, and he is - he just doesn't like being told that he HAS to be sweet and/or romantic within the confines of one mass-market, commercial, Hallmark-created, 24-hour period in February or risk the wrath of a pissed-off spouse. He would rather do so on his own terms.
And I GET that. I do. And I don't totally disagree with it. But that said, I still appreciate a small token of affection within the confines of a certain 24-hour period in February nonetheless. Last year, he didn't even wish me a Happy Valentine's Day and by about 5 p.m. I was practically homicidal. I'm still surprised he lived to tell the tale of how his wife went crazy one Valentine's evening.
I told him on that day, just over a year ago, that I did not need some big lavish production. I did not need a store-bought card or a dozen roses, or chocolates or jewelry or any of it. A nice note and a sincere smooch would do it.
Well, apparently, he was listening, because look what I found on my desk yesterday morning:
And here's the inside:
I'm so lucky!
::cue the "awwwwws"::
(And yes, he signed his last name. He always does. It is part of the magic that is him).
This is not to say that he cannot be sweet or romantic - he can, and he is - he just doesn't like being told that he HAS to be sweet and/or romantic within the confines of one mass-market, commercial, Hallmark-created, 24-hour period in February or risk the wrath of a pissed-off spouse. He would rather do so on his own terms.
And I GET that. I do. And I don't totally disagree with it. But that said, I still appreciate a small token of affection within the confines of a certain 24-hour period in February nonetheless. Last year, he didn't even wish me a Happy Valentine's Day and by about 5 p.m. I was practically homicidal. I'm still surprised he lived to tell the tale of how his wife went crazy one Valentine's evening.
I told him on that day, just over a year ago, that I did not need some big lavish production. I did not need a store-bought card or a dozen roses, or chocolates or jewelry or any of it. A nice note and a sincere smooch would do it.
Well, apparently, he was listening, because look what I found on my desk yesterday morning:
And here's the inside:
I'm so lucky!
::cue the "awwwwws"::
(And yes, he signed his last name. He always does. It is part of the magic that is him).
Labels: Domestic bliss
posted by Kimberly at
6:53 PM
7 Comments:
In case you confused him with another man of his name. ;) Sweet card!
I love how he threw the "young" in there... covering all his bases. Wise man
That is too cool!
ROFL!!!
O_M_G. I swear. I think our husbands must be related somehow. Really.
Because it's like we're living parallel lives. :)
Awwweee!! That IS the perfect Valentine. One that HE made from the heart...better than any commercial stuff!! That's awesome Kim!
That's so much better than a Hallmark greeting anyway! And, roses only last so long but you will have that forever.
That is so sweet.
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