The Obligatory Valentine's Day Post

The Spouse is not one given to grand gestures. He has pulled out all the stops on a handful of occasions in our 16 years but he's really not a chocolates and roses sort of guy. Which is not to say that he is without romantic instincts. He's a big old softy (he cries when Beth dies in "Little Women"). He does nice things for me, like bringing me coffee every morning. He also leaps up and starts singing all of Ewan McGregor's parts during the "Elephant Love Medley" of "Moulin Rouge" and expects me to take Nicole Kidman's lines.

But I don't expect a lot of sappy romance from him on a regular basis. And I long ago stopped caring that such was not his way. I've had sappy romantic boyfriends. After a while they get a little grating. I'm very happy with what I've got: a good man who provides well for his family, takes an interest in my life and supports my endeavors. And he's a good kisser. He watches chick flicks with me. He was there for the birth of his child. It's all good. I love him, he loves me and we don't need a Hallmark event to prove it or say it.

That's why I was so surprised to wake up this morning and find a dozen red roses on my desk. Happy Valentine's Day, Pookie.

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BTW, just in case you have no idea what I'm talking about when I refer to the "Elephant Love Medley", here it is. Happy Valentine's Day to you too, dear blog buddies. I ♥ you.

Man! I just love that bit.