Stand back he's all mine, Heart Day edition

Husband and I agree we weren’t going to do a whole big thing for Valentine’s Day this year; because we have a lot of other things going on; I had clinic until 8:00 and a pathophysiology test this morning.

I woke up yesterday morning and figured a card or a hand scrawled note would be waiting. I mean, c’mon, he bought kiddo a heart shaped box of chocolates, and book light. Flowers would be nice but they die quickly, chocolates would’ve been great, booze is always a winner or cinnamon hearts or maybe some conversation hearts. (I love conversation hearts, I lick off letters here and there and make new words, I mean its not everyday you get candy that talks to you.)

I had a card all ready to give him, but you can be damned sure I wasn't giving him anything until I got my card!

Well, I went off to school, and I waited thinking any minute I'd get a sappy email or a text. And I waited, or maybe he'd book himself in for my 7 pm appointment. And I waited.

I got a facebook notification that he had written on my wall. "Happy heart day". I was so glad I didn't give him that stinking card.

I got home last night, still no card.

So I pick him up today after work, he bounds into the car grinning from ear to ear, and thrusts a card at me, written inside.. "You said you didn't want to do anything for Valentine's day this year, so I was waiting for 1/2 price chocolate day, then I was going to buy you chocolate body paint, but at the last second, I didn't think you'd like it. Happy Not Valentine's Day."

Now that’s romance!

Next year I want a dozen roses, a bottle of wine and some chocolates.

WARNING: this post may offend some

Yesterday marked my 11th wedding anniversary. It was also my first exam of this semester. I won't bore you with the whole story of meeting husband (he used to date my cousin) or how I started dating husband (after one to many beers) or even how we got married (on a cold friday night, in a court house by a justice of the peace when I was 22) or even how we have tried to kill each other over the years (and failed obviously).

Instead, I would like to share this.... a note that was attached to pink roses on my kitchen couter after my exam yesterday. {Warning, here comes the schmaltz}


I share my fries with you when you're finished all yours and still want more.
I am never rude to your tummy when I hear it gurgle and growl, instead, I bend down and reply respectfully.
I eat your pepperoni when we order pizza.
I kiss away the papercuts, the door-slammed fingers and the counter-bumped hips.
I try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies.
I am the big spoon.
I let you win arguments. Sometimes, other times I do not.
I push when you when you need to be pushed and tease you when you don't.
I stand with you in all our parenting decisions, even the hard ones.
I send you random texts and buy you silly gifts, just because I want to.
I check your tire pressure, and remind you to put gas in the car.
I hold your hand.
I love you.

I will always love you.

Schmaltz

Every so often I get nostalgic. I grew up around the bay, in a small Newfoundland fishing/mining community, spending the bulk of my days out by the door. I miss the gulls squawking "mine mine mine", the taste of the salt air, and the crashing of the cold waves. I miss the beach where I spent hundreds of hours combing for treasure. I miss home.

Tonight after supper, husband told me to get aboard the car, no further explanation, he knew I was having one of those days when it takes more out of me not to cry, than to do anything else. He took me to my favorite spot in Niagara. (no its not the Falls)



Jordan Beach, if I close my eyes its almost like home, without the salt.




Of course Kiddo and Tina Bean went with me. There is definately something to be said for the power of family, the cool air and the crashing waves.

August can't come soon enough.