One of my best original quotes ever was made off the cuff in 2006 while being interviewed for a women’s weekly magazine in Birthtown. I was all excited about being highlighted in the magazine only to discover the caption on the cover underneath my portrait read “Valentine’s Day for the Romantically Challenged.” OOOOh geeez, can’t I catch a break? I was single at the time and going through some really craptacular relationship stuff.
So here is my quote. When asked why celebrate Valentine’s Day, I replied, “We need a holiday that reminds us to love each other for the same reason that all public restrooms have a sign posted that says ’employees must wash hands before returning to work.'”
So, for posting my own quote, I probably relegate myself to the group of people who laugh at their own jokes and fawn over their own reflections. Oh well.
For some of us, telling others how we feel is natural, but for others, not so much. Some of us need to hear that stuff and understand exactly what kind of waves are undulating from our loved ones’ grey matter.
Last night, Hubbs had a little truth serum and revealed some of his deepest darkest about our upcoming life transition (into parenthood) and its effects on his plans for business and our future. As he went on, I realized that he’d been consumed with these thoughts for days on end. Since he was mentally spent already, he asked me point blank what I’d like for Valentine’s Day. I told him my wishes–exactly. (Romantic, huh?) He’s followed my suggestions beautifully so far, but the real gift was the meandering conversation that flowed into the wee hours of this special day: his profession of how our lives joined together and how he prepared for me before he found me. LOVE.
P.S. In two hours, we pursue the reservations for our candlelight dinner at WAFFLE HOUSE–novel, different, and fitting my cravings for all things potato.
Scattered, smothered, covered, and chunked,