Not much sleep the last few nights. Wallie is in cahoots with MamaLoo's baby boy and has decided that sleeping just ain't her thing anymore. That, combined with the fact that I am finally reading Middlesex (Damn you, Jeffery Eugenides!), has made for wide-awake nights.
So I'm grouchy. And our Valentine's Day started out with J. and I getting into a big fight. I can't even remember what it was about. That's how tired I am.
We went to playgroup today and Bunny handed out her Dora the Explorer valentines. And she said one of the playgroup boys was cute. (He is.) As soon as she said it I immediately thought about life 10 years from now...Bunny will be 12 and I don't want Valentine's Day to be frought with drama.
J. and I don't really make a big deal about Valentine's Day. Even while we were dating we would never do anything out of the ordinary. J. always brings me flowers on Valentine's Day. Usually tulips since they start making their appearance around now. I cook a special dinner, but I often do that anyway. I know that Valentine's cards are sappy and a lot of people begrudge Valentine's Day for being a "Hallmark holiday," but I love giving and receiving cards. I didn't mind spending the $1.99 for the box of Dora cards that Bunny picked out. She got so much pleasure coloring them and looking at all the pictures then deciding who got what.
This year J. and I will celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. It has truly flown by. He still makes me laugh as much as ever, makes me feel loved as much as ever, and is as kind, caring, and gentle as he was when I first met him.
I love that when he makes me a drink he always says something silly like, "I slipped a few extra roofies in there for you."
And related, if he ever has to give me money in front of someone (like if I am going out to lunch with a friend and need cash) he casually says, "Thanks for last night" as he hands it to me. Every time.
I love that he has a million nicknames for me and the girls. And that he calls us "his girls."
And—
I love that when I am grouchy he hugs and kisses me anyway even when I am trying to squirm away from him...and that always makes me feel better. The day that he doesn't kiss me when I'm grouchy is the day that I'll know something is really wrong.
Happy Grouchy-Happy-Tired Valentine's Day!
