Happy Valentine's Day! Do you remember our very first one all those years ago? Where you brought me gorgeous 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 a boxset and have a curry. Pretty much the same as every Friday evening. I know I will drink a bit too much of the cheap Prosecco and I can't promise that I won't be asleep by 9:19pm. 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 ("THINK ABOUT THE NITS" I scream). 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.
Our last date. On a farm. With animals. And small humans
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