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:
|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.