Once upon a time, I wooed my wife on Valentine’s Day by asking if she’d be my date for Statehood Day. For those not in the know, today is Arizona’s 99th birthday … still hoping we can celebrate the 100th with the reversal of the Gadsden Purchase, but that’s another story for another day.
That was nine years ago. And since that time, well, we’ve consistently done very little for Valentine’s Day. She made me brownies that year (ignoring that I was working with a trainer); this year I received Snickers Peanut Butter bars (ignoring that I’m going to the gym regularly to lose weight – but who cares, these things are damned delicious.)
Last year we went to lunch at Fogo de Ciao a couple of days before the event; this year we are going to her brother’s wedding. If not for the wedding, we might have gotten together for dinner at Caramba’s before she took the boy to soccer practice and I took the Princess to volleyball practice.
Such is the reality of life, love and marriage with three children and three beagles. There’s not always the room in the day one would want or the room in bed one would need.
Still, in the past nine years she has managed to get me to stop working all hours and join the family in front of the television. She unfortunately has gotten me interested in The Bachelor franchise, if only so I can make incredibly rude comments about the best way to earn a rose when relaxing in the spa. Dancing with the Stars? Yeah, I’m there too.
Maybe these things don’t qualify as romance but accommodation and adjustment have to count for something, don’t they?
If not, there’s always this … a post dedicated to she who has been through so much in the past nine years and especially this past when we discovered my heart wasn’t two sizes too small after all. I’m still here, she’s still here and frankly that’s enough no matter what the Kay Jewelers commercials might say.
Oh, and we also have this …
And so, to Kathie, Happy Valentine’s Day.