Guess what? It's Saturday night and I've got nothing better to do than to think about things, which if you've ever read one of my weekend whines, you know that I tend to get all philosophical, nostalgic, and/or pissed off about one thing or another. Tonight, it's about Valentine's Day and the hype that surrounds it.
Hallmark, if you read my blog (which is really hypothetical in nature because I'm totally certain that you do) please do not take offense to this posting and most importantly, accept my apology for any decrease in your 2010 sales because of this blog posting. I genuinely hate it when I single-handedly take down Hallmark sales, really I do.
Anyway. I think that most of my angst is because I'm too old/too long married to appreciate Valentine's Day. It must have served its purpose back in my younger years because hubby and I have always exchanged Valentines, but in the last decade (or two) they've become perfunctory, a card or flowers given out of expectation. How lame is that? Valentine's Day between two long-time lovers should not be just a day, but a daily expression of love. Honey, I remembered to pack your blood pressure pills. Sweetheart, I know that you get wigged out when I invite people to our house unexpectedly, so I didn't. Dear, thank you for driving me to Walmart tonight because I didn't want to go alone. Darling, thank you for the best soup I've ever eaten. Honey, thank you for not committing me to a mental institution. These are the true Hallmark moments of long lasting love.
Look not for the beauty, nor flawless of skin
but look for the heart that is loyal within.
For beauty may fade and skin grow old,
but the heart that is loyal will never grow cold.
I love you Dave. Forever and for always. (But if you could just loosen the straps on my straight jacket just a bit, I could hug you honey)