(Whom did I pick? Oh, I think you know.)
But I relayed the ordeal to Husband as he puttered about in the kitchen:
- Me: Choosing between these four men is excruciating!
- Husband: You went with Paul, right?
- Me: Yes . . .
- Husband: Because of all of his charity work.
- Me: Yeah. That's exactly what I was thinking of.
- Husband (long pause): I just made the blog, didn't I?
I love Paul because he is dazzlingly beautiful AND because he worked hard to be a good person in the world, he adored his wife and kids, and he was exceptionally good at his job. All of which can be said of Husband as well, particularly when he's had a haircut and is shaved and nicely dressed, not that I'm hinting or anything, sweetie-pie. ☺
I didn't have a great track record with V-Day in my youth, because I tended to break up with people right before it. And one year at college I knocked myself out and made handmade Valentines for all my friends . . . and didn't receive a single one in return, which was humbling. But things picked up; one year that I didn't have a boyfriend and was dating widely and casually, I got Valentine cards and gifts from four beaux!! This was thrilling. (One went on to marry one of my best friends, so possibly I shouldn't be reveling in the fact that I had him first. She's had him longest, that's for sure. Trust me, we're all fine with this. They're a very secure couple!)
To my memory, Husband and I have never made a huge big deal of Valentine's Day (though when we first got together, he sent a box of long-stemmed red roses to me at my workplace, and I strutted around like Queen for a Day), but still: I like this holiday because I like all holidays — anything that jazzes up a nothing day and suddenly makes it all seem worthwhile. (Betty MacDonald, a writer I adore, said something like, "I like all holidays, any holiday, and the big ones like Thanksgiving and Christmas fill me so full of holiday spirit that I burst into tears just looking at a fruitcake," and that's pretty much true for me too.) Back in the day I actually used to decorate my house for Valentine's Day, but I don't go quite that far now. Still, I had Valentines for the kids and Husband waiting for them when they woke up this morning (I eschewed chocolate; instead, the kids each got a huge box of their favorite sugary cereal that I don't let them eat, and Husband got a six-pack of Diet Dr Pepper, his special drink), we will have a special dinner tonight, I made little Valentines for all my Math Practice kids, and it's going to be a fun day.
Happy Valentine's Day! I hope everyone feels enveloped in love and romance today, and you get a hot kiss from a special sweetie that knocks your socks off!
Love and xxs to all,
p.s. Since I wrote of my awful, dreadful, inflamed and infected cuticles the other day, I have taken myself to task, tenderly cared for my poor hands, painted my nails a lovely shade of fawn, etc. etc., and they are healing and looking much better. Every time I get the urge to pick, I instead smooth in some more lotion — or put my gloves on, if I'm outdoors.
(Maybe I should start wearing elbow-length gloves? Trust me, most people who know me wouldn't bat an eye.)