On this Valentine's Day, a message to my husband...
You're upstairs getting another half hour or so of sleep. I don't know what time you came in from work last night, I just know Lucy was up at 3:30 not feeling well and you went in and closed the door to her room to let me sleep. I'm glad I heard her and forced you to go to bed, because that little lady with her stuffy cold and cough had no intentions of going to back to bed.
While husbands around the world are scrambling to buy chocolate (don't want that) and spend an astronomical amount of cash on wilting flowers (please no), you are once again missing out on a weekend at home with your wife and family to be at work by 10 a.m. A freelance editor in a recession would be insane not to take work when it's offered -- it could all be gone tomorrow.
While I won't see a romantic dinner or sip on champagne tonight -- no idea when you'll walk back in the door -- I woke up this morning to hot coffee and a clean dishwasher -- both of which you took care of in the wee hours of the morning. And instead of dragging three semi-sick kids out in the rain today, you've already taken care of the fridge filled with groceries.
Yesterday, while I was working from home... you surprised me with lunch just when I was feeling my most ravenous. That to me is so much more than any place that requires reservations. You make sure I know every day how much you love me and how beautiful you think I am. While our date nights may be few and far between, it's the every day things you do for me that show how romantic you really are.
While I'm disappointed we won't have the chance to spend time together on this Valentines Day, I know there's a day in March you're scheduled to have off and we will spend it together doing something... anything... together. Anyone can spend Valentines Day together but only we could rock the romance on St. Patrick's Day, right?
I think Valentines Day exists to remind us to pay attention to those we love. We all could use a reminder of that from time to time. So this post is my gift to you.
I love you and I miss you. Would you be my valentine?
PS: While I type this, Brady is screaming in devastation that his tower of waffles has fallen down, Lucy is climbing all over me after using vanilla yogurt as hand lotion, and Jacob is running around the house with Lucy's "papi," making her crazy. All while I sound like Harvey Fierstein, demanding order with my less-than-effective sore and scratchy throat. The whole scene is leaving me second guessing myself. I think it's you who has the better end of the deal today.
PPS: If you're not my husband and you're reading this, even though I instructed you not to... you might as well tell me what you're doing to celebrate today!