nine years ago the hubby and i spent our first valentine's day together eating mexican food and being serenaded by a barber shop quartet. we spent the next two hours kissing. a lot. then he dropped me off at my house. it probably took thirty minutes to say good-bye. i went inside and flopped down on my bed with my head still fuzzy and i thought to myself how one day i wasn't going to have to tell him good-bye.
and here we are. tonight there will be no barber shop quartet, the only mexican food we will be eating will be fresh from our own kitchen and i doubt we will stay awake for two hours of kissing... but when the night is good and over we will lay down next to each other, spend thirty minutes talking about our life together and there will not be a single good-bye uttered. there will be approximately twenty extra toes that try to sneak into bed with us at some point of the night and a snuggly baby girl with soft breath in the cradle beside our bed.
nine years ago i stared at a bouquet of roses and thought, what a beautiful symbol this is of our love. today i stared at our refrigerator, completely covered in hand prints and childish artwork, and realized that all of earth's roses could never achieve this level of beauty or symbolism. i love where we are, i love where our relationship has taken us.
here we are. and with the thrills of childish love far gone, we are left with a love that is deep and real and beautiful despite our imperfections and despite the challenges of life. i am convinced that it's the best kind of love there is.
happy heart day!