A woman once commented to me, "I don't care who you are, all women like to get jewelry from their husbands." I smiled, but thought, well, no, not really. The only jewelry I have ever received from Brian are my wedding and engagement rings. I'm just not a jewelry kind of girl, and Brian knows that.
Valentine's Day? The only thing notable about it was how insignificant it was. It wasn't just that we didn't go out - we didn't even TALK about going out. No cards, no candies, no chocolate for the kids. Zilch. At different times we have gone out on Valentine's Day, but we both feel like, in general, Valentine's Day is the epitome of a commercial holiday (it's about as authentic as Coca Cola's Santa), and why should we make a big deal about saying "I love you" on February 14, and not the 15th, or 12th? I know, whatever. If you went out, I hope you had fun. We ignored it altogether.
So you can imagine my surprise when Asher came barreling into the kitchen shortly after Brian got home this afternoon. "Close your eyes! Daddy has a prize for you!" I closed and waited, as requested. I opened my eyes, Brian grinning, and my heart melted when I saw the box.
Because nothing says, "Even though most of our conversations are about alternators and preschool registration and schedules and new glasses and what's-for-breakfast, I still remember who you are before and while and after you're a mama" quite like this:
New Chacos. In red. With hiking soles, of course.
I love you too Bud.