St. Valentine’s Day

Hello Sprites!

Apologies that it’s been so long since I’ve actually written instead of posting pictures and animated GIFs but I’ve been a little busy lately with work and… well, life. On the plus side, no writing means that I haven’t been cycling which is a good thing. On the flip side, I haven’t been writing which is a bad thing. :): Welcome to my silly life.

But I am once again here to share my life with you in all it’s profound and stark beauty. OK, that’s not believable. Sorry. And even the pictures are sharing my life with you as they all mean something to me but you take my meaning.

Anyway, here it is, February 14th, the day of love, St. Valentine’s Day in all its glory. But before we get to that… is this year just zipping by or is it just me? I check my calendar one day, it’s January 20th and I’ve almost missed my Mom’s birthday, I look again and it’s Februrary 14th and I’ve forgotten Valentine’s Day. Seems like every time I turn around another month has flown by and I’ve missed a holiday or two. I didn’t even realize next Monday is a holiday. What other holiday falls in February? Actually, it’s the only holiday that falls in February and it’s President’s Day. I normally have that off as a floater but this year, it’s a paid holiday. Yahoo! Three-day weekend! But I digress.

Back to Valentine’s Day. Yes, I forgot Valentine’s day this year. Not that I thought it mattered because Michael is a great man but he wouldn’t know romance if it wore a diaper and shot heart shaped arrows into his butt. Or so I thought.

I had to go into the office today and when I got there, I realized that I’d left without wishing him a Happy Valentine’s day. Oh don’t get me wrong, I told him I loved him like I always do but was in such a mad rush to beat the traffic that I forgot what day it was. So I texted him and said simply, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

You know what I got back? Two words: “You remembered.”

Now, my husband is not prone to anger so I don’t think he meant anything with malice. But those two words were like slicing knives to me. They meant that I had forgotten whether or not he meant them that way and they also meant that he was likely, at least a little, upset. There was no Happy V-Day in return, just ‘You remembered’. When I got home tonight his card was waiting on me but I hadn’t got his yet. So it was another mad dash to store for a card (two actually). All-in-all I guess I fucked it up but he forgave me and life is back to normal. At least until he pulls it out of his hat the next time I screw something up. Oh yes, men are just as retentive and hold grudges just like women do and don’t let anyone tell you any differently.

You know I feel terrible that I forgot but I’ve gotten so used to the romance thing being missing from our lives that sometimes I fall into the hole myself. I just get tired of doing it all. Don’t get me wrong, I love Michael with all my heart and wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world but in every relationship, you have to make sacrifices to be with the person you love. One of the sacrifices I made was romance. I knew that when I married him so it was no surprise and I’m not looking for sympathy or pity or anything like that. Like I said, I love him. But sometimes, I can’t help but miss the romance I dreamed of as a wee gay lad stuffed in that suffocating southern closet. Oh well.

OK, I’ve bored you long enough.

If you celebrated the day with a loved one, I hope it was everything you dreamed of. If you didn’t, don’t worry, you will. If you’ve given up on love, don’t. It finds you and when it does, your world will change.

Take care, Sprites. And remember:

You are a wonder. You are unique. You are you and you are loved.

Until next time,

D

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