Baddy and I sat down to our Valentine’s Eve dinner and as we sat there with the candles flickering in red seeded glass hurricane lamps, the boys raced around us in circles personifying Tucker Hibbert going for the SnoCross Gold in the X-Games.
As we looked deeply into each other’s exhausted eyes I said, You know, I kinda didn’t do very much for you this year. In fact, you seem to have already found your present, which was a big bag of all green M&Ms that said love all over the bag.
So accustomed to his party girl making a big hullabaloo over every holiday, he looked at me incredulously, Really? he said. Thats it? No card, no nothing?
Me: “Well, I was going to make you these incredible looking little fudge cakes with pieces of after 8 dinner mints in them and then I went to the market to buy you a card and as I read through all of the incredibly boring sentimental trash about love I thought, these people who write these cards are either numb on crystal meth, pitifully dull or don’t have their heart into it, and so I went home with a bag of red paper, glue and glitter with the idea of making a card for you myself and I just haven’t had the chance to make it yet.”
Thankfully he laughed, as he usually does instead of getting upset, I was going to make you a card too. And we began a very funny banter on what we were going to do for each other, but didn’t.
Baddy: “I was going to buy you candy at The Sweet Life candy shop in Snowmass but I knew that you would look at the marshmallow candy hearts and think, why is my husband so clueless? And then I kept hearing the add for pro flowers over the radio and I thought about buying you flowers but knew that Valentines Day is the one day that if I bought you flowers your thought would be, gee thanks for the lack of imagination.”
I thought that he would be elated that I had finally come round to not expecting anything for the big day of love but I was surprised to hear disappointment in his voice, “Really? Not even a card?” he reiterated.
As we nuzzled each other at the dining table and I stroked his stubbly whiskers he said, “Isn’t that all that matters? That we love each other?” and I returned, “For now, yes. But perhaps we should reevaluate next year,” and we took each other’s hands and quickly made our way up to our bedroom while the children happily sat like zombies with their mouths open while watching some horrible movie on our pitifully outdated television set.
Such is life in the real world.
Happy Valentines Day everyone!!!