I’m freaking out a little, all because of a poem. This was my bright idea, stealing a page from my Uncle Jim’s play book. Each year, he writes his Valentine, my Aunt Nancy, a poem. How romantic! How lovely! I wanted in!
People say, “Every day should be Valentine’s Day,” and while I can get behind the sentiment, it’s usually not. When was the last time you got flowers, just because it was Monday. Or bought a great gift because it was February 1st. If that’s a normal part of your routine, good for you. I’m proud of you! While I wish we skewed toward romantic and lovey-dovey all the time, in my mind, Valentine’s Day still gets to be extra-special.
To be really honest, I’ve always loved the day- whether single or taken- and have good memories. My mom always gave really cute gifts to her kids. In Vegas, my first boyfriend gave me a Snoopy mirror and comb set. In 3rd grade, Comninos Zachary gave me a beautiful, handmade declaration of lacy love. (I don’t think we ever talked after that.) In the past, I loved going out drinking and enjoying singledom with my girlfriends, and now, I spend the day thinking about how much my husband loves me. It’s a lot, in case you haven’t met him. It’s never been about the gifts, because (aside from the ones I already mentioned) I actually can’t remember anything that I’ve ever been given. Oops!
Since I was working and Chris and I decided no gifts or cards this year, Valentine’s Day was shaping up to be pretty boring day. After reading about Jim and Nancy’s tradition, I asked Chris if it was something that he would like to do. His response was “I’m on it.” The man loves a haiku, what can I say?
Finally, mine is written! We exchanged poems, and his is just beautiful. He really has a sweet heart. My was the first love poem I’ve ever written. Enough said.
Honey’s to Chris topped everything off, though:
Happy Valentine’s Day!