My husband P.J. makes a pretty darned good Valentine. The best I've ever had, in fact. Sure, he's terrific at all of the "expected" gestures, but here are four reasons (which may surprise even him) why I'm totally bonkers for him this Valentine's Day:
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| Circa 2007. Bewitched and be-hoodied. |
-Over the years, I've received all sorts of trinkets and
tokens of affection for Valentine’s Day. They ranged from the good (bling) to
the ugly (an exit line explaining why he doesn't “do” Valentine’s Day)…but up
until P.J., not one person had ever gifted me Valentine Shoes. And absolutely,
there’s way more to building a life together than the kind of presents
received, but I’d be a wicked big liar if I said it wasn't a major factor in me
asking him to move in.
-He knows all of my secrets. For example, marrying a girl of half Middle Eastern descent entails an [impossible to hide] amount of upper lip bleaching, tweezing of various locales, and a downright Costco-esque supply of razors. He has never once shuddered at these things which his eyes cannot unsee. Never once.
-Since meeting P.J., all of my past dates and relationships
have been set in stark contrast. I had been involved with some truly awesome
people (although not the right ones for me) as well as some horrible
man-children (also not the right ones for me)…but it took marrying the perfect one for me to see that I would've made a terrible vegan farmer’s wife. Or a hipster’s other half,
complete with rolled-up skinny jeans and a superior air about home brew. I would've stunk at living in NYC. Or LA. Or in a van. But finding a mate with
whom to wear hoodies, unironically high-five over a vinyl Richard Marx album,
and fall asleep in bed watching Mad About You? That feels like home. Nerdy, can't-believe-I'm-sayin'-it-on-the-internet Home.
-Because of P.J., our kids are (and will be!) wonderfully
crazy. His tinfoil hat-wearin’ paranoia merged with my hyperactive enthusiasm
for whimsy? They’ll be the ones listening for messages in Beatles songs…and
then making up a hand puppet jig when they find them.
Thanks for making my Valentine's Day- and the rest of the year- so wonderfully fun and glittery, Peej.
The glitter could be a byproduct of your daughters.
But I'm pretty sure it's all you.
6 comments:
Lovely Keel, you say things the best. Honest, true and lovely. Happy Valentine;s Day to my little one who made it a national holiday in our home.
You guys are such a cute couple. Happy Valentine's Day!
Such a sweet post! And I think the picture is adorable!
I've been telling you that for years. :) (But I accept.)
Thanks, love! We have a pretty darned good time.
Aw, thanks. That was waaay before marriage/kids/mortgage/a few grey hairs. Ah, youth.
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