Happy Valentines Day! Do you remember our very first one all those years ago? Where you brought me lovely bits and bobs and I cried as you got me a candle holder in the shape of a heart. I lovingly wrote you soppy notes and brought you one of those little voucher booklets from Clintons. Where you could exchange them for a massage, a kiss and a bit of how's your Father. Each subsequent year we went out for a romantic meal, cocktails were involved and generally quite a few of those vouchers were used.
This year? We can't get a babysitter so we are going to watch Zoolander 2 on Saturday afternoon. I can promise I will eat far too many sweets (as I don't have to share them) but I can't promise that I won't have a little nap and miss the main plot lines. Things have changed. We got older, we got kids and we got super passive aggressive about a variety of crap that really doesn't matter.
It drives me mad when you don't condition our daughter's hair but pretend you do. I see your eyes roll when I shout about who does the most washing up. And it really isn't necessary for you to point out when you have put one load of washing on WHEN I DO IT EVERY DAY (OK sorry. I forgot this is supposed to be a love letter. I digress). But I do still love you very much.
This was our anniversary. After an hour? We had to leave as our son was ill. Ah THE ROMANCE!
I love that you don't mind that when you leave for work I am in my pyjamas and when you return? I am still in my pyjamas. I am ashamed to say. Sometimes the same pyjamas. I love that rather than scowling at me using dry shampoo here and there, sometimes you even ask if you can borrow some. I love that when we say "Netflix and Chill" we really mean just that. I am never as happy as sitting on opposite couches watching a box set whilst dozing on a Friday night with you.
I am sorry that sometimes I shout. I am sorry that sometimes I cry over the most ridiculous things and I am grateful that you, unlike me, don't totally lose your sh*t over things like school places, jabs, sickness bugs (however a bit of involvement would be grateful...sorry am digressing again). This is a letter to say that although a lot of things have changed from the sagginess of my boobs to the odd grey fleck in your beard (which you grew as 'the youth' have them). I am still the very same girl that got the tiny candle holder and cried. Just a more grown up, moany version.
Maybe in the next year things will get a bit easier as the kids are getting older and by rights we should have more time our hands. Or maybe I will be sat here writing you a very similar letter. I just hope you know that no matter what I love you with my whole heart, especially when you put that one load of washing on.
Love Me xxx