Last year, I wrote about Valentine's Day and how we don't as a couple don't celebrate it.
I am not sure what got me to thinking about it all today. We were getting ready to leave to have lunch with a friend, and I was trying to remember past holidays. I can only remember one, and that one is hazy. He had made me a card. I'd have to dig it out to even see what year it was. And it's also possible it was for Mother's Day.
Clearly, I will not be nominated for Wife of the Year.
Later in the car, I finally asked him, "Did we decide a long time ago that we didn't believe in Valentine's Day and decide to skip it or did I poo-poo your ideas?"
He was quiet for a beat. "Well. Kinda."
I have been with this man for fifteen years. It has been a long time that something he has said shocked me and rendered me speechless.
We never talked more on the subject for rest of the day. He is fighting a nasty cold and actually went to bed early. Or so I thought. Not twenty minutes after he went upstairs, I received a text:
I so don't deserve this man.