Wednesday, February 14, 2007

my sweet valentine

I thought we had an agreement.

No Valentine's gifts!

We've just finished with Christmas, New Year (not that we gave presents for that one!), birthday, and wedding anniversary all within a month of each other. We're over the lovey dovey gift thing - who wants the pressure of wracking the brain to think of yet another imaginative present?

And besides, Valentine's Day is all a bit contrived! What's the point of giving beautiful gifts for one day if you're rude and abusive the rest of the year? We work hard at having a good relationship all year, one that transcends the confines of a prescribed day of love. We try and give love and affirmation and support and service to each other every day. ( We don't always succeed mind you!)

So that was it as far as I was concerned. No presents. Easy. Valentine's Day celebrated with a heartfelt kiss.

I was wrong. Things began to slowly unravel late last night.

At 9pm Frank had to 'urgently' visit a friend to fix their vacuum cleaner. I know this was genuine because he called an older lady at five to nine to tell her he couldn't possibly fit the repair in today, he absolutely had to come right then. So off he went, and when he came home he went straight to the laundry. I thought nothing of it - I figured he just needed to soak some work clothes.

Oddly, as soon as he got up, he was back in the laundry this morning. I don't wash Frank's work clothes so again I assumed he needed to do something with them. (He claims they are too dirty for me to deal with, and upon observing a couple of buckets of soaking clothes I have to agree - I've never seen anything so filthy!) His laundry visit was completely out of character for a work day though...

...and then our my Valentine's plans came completely undone because in came Frank with a dozen red roses and a beautiful card declaring his never ending love!

It was beautiful. He is beautiful. (Have I told you before that he's nigh on perfect? This week anyway?!)

And I feel like a mean skin flint who wouldn't indulge in a Valentine's gift. Sigh.

In truth he forgot we'd agreed not to do anything - but forgetting to not do something was so much nicer than forgetting to do something! In this case anyway.

I'm so blessed. (And next year the onus is on me to forget to not do something)

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At 2:32 am, February 15, 2007, Anonymous Sandy said...

Good for Frank Cecily. Enjoy his love as long as you can. I hope you didn't scold him for not forgetting! You can always cook him one of those special dinners that you so often talk about. It doesn't have to be for Valentine's Day, it can be a thank you to him for wanting to do something.

I too try not to make a big deal about Valentine's Day. It's a marketing thing for people to make more money. Which may be good for the economy so good for them. But for me, I'll stick to love all year long.

At 6:45 am, February 15, 2007, Blogger Robyn said...

Hooray for Frank! Don't feel bad, just enjoy :)
I love Valentine's Day. I agree that it can be too commercialised and that love should be about the everyday not just one day a year BUT whats to stop people celebrating the love they have everyday in a noncommercial way? It doesn't need to cost very much to mean an awful lot. LOL I have a Valentine's Day soapbox you see ;)


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