Personally I'm happy that it's over.
By design - it isn't the kind of day that gets a lot of attention at our house.
Early in our marriage, Jeff and I were eager to go out. We'd make dinner reservations, get dressed up and crowd into a restaurant with a flood of other patrons. We'd eat an adequate, over-priced meal and await the arrival of our bill, before vowing to never eat out again on Valentine's night.
When the boys were little, and we didn't have a sitter, I'd prepare two meals:
the highly favored mac-n-cheese with chicken fingers,
and a romantic, three-course meal for Jeff and I to enjoy once the kids were in bed. Too often, however, our evening ended with us eating too much food, drinking too much wine and, as over-tired parents often discover, wanting little more than a good night's sleep.
Over the past couple of years, expectations have shifted.
Romance isn't dead in our home, but it's definitely been redefined.
Sunday night I announced to Jeff,
"We aren't romantic people; that's okay. I only need romance, maybe a couple of times a year anyway."
I couldn't tell if he was relieved or insulted.
This year we stayed home. I cooked dinner, and Jeff made chocolate fondue.
We ate together, as a family.
There were no roses,
no jewelry,
no over sized heart-shaped box of truffles.
There is only certainty in knowing that after these past 18 months,
no single day will ever adequately convey the love between me and
My Perfect Valentine.
All of us who love you are just so glad you were here to share this Valentine's day with him...and having gone out for one of those overpriced, adequate meals on Monday, I'd say you made the better bargain. How can you EVER go wrong with chocolate fondue?
ReplyDelete...and the good part is that I don't have a half-eaten box of chocolates left to consume.
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