I just returned home from a solo trip to North Carolina where I was visiting my daughter and her family. I wanted to make sure I was home for Valentine’s Day because, well, you know, I had a hair appointment. They are kind of sacred.
Bob and I don’t make a huge, big deal about Valentine’s Day. We blame it on the commercialism and crowds – the 2 Cs. But we do not ignore this holiday. Ignoring it is tantamount to romantic suicide. We feel free to make light of it, but we always recognize it in some way. We’re not stupid! You don’t stay married for over 42 years and not learn a thing or two!
For instance, when I was in North Carolina I ordered something for Bob. Over Amazon. The account which we share. Which means that there are no more real surprises in life!
Of course, I forgot to tell Bob that something was coming. Something that I would like him to set aside without opening, and while he was at it, please keep his eyes off of the Amazon app on his phone – at least the orders section.
So, when I got home last night I noticed the opened gift on his dresser. Of course, he apologized.
It was really no big deal. None at all. But then I got to thinking.
Me: I was wondering why you opened the mysterious package that arrived while I was away.
Bob: It was addressed to me (they all are). I didn’t remember ordering anything so I figured you did.
Me: But why did you open it?
Bob: I wondered what it was.
Me: So, you didn’t think it was for you.
Me: Why did you open something that you thought was for me?
Bob: I wanted to find out what it was.
Me: So, it didn’t really matter who it was for, you were opening it.
It’s hard to argue with that kind of logic.
So, a big HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY to Bob and to all of you, too. May your day be filled with scintillating conversation.
Flowers from Bob, waiting for me when I got home. He’s so sweet.