What to do about Valentine's Day? By the way, when did we lose the 'Saint'?
Plans come on whimsy. My wife has trouble sleeping. She went to bed an hour before me but was still awake. I know a back massage helps her relax and fall asleep, so I massaged her back until she snored. Didn't even try to use it as a prelude to sex. My hands never strayed from her back and neck, yer honor.
Snow arrived as they promised -- threatened? This morning found a couple inches blanketing us. The snow began falling anew as I started work. White as far as I could see - sky, tree, yard, roads. The cats went out, said, "No, thanks," and went back to bed.
My wife joined me at the office window forty five minutes later. "Oh no, look at the road," she said. "I don't think I can go."
I glanced at my calendar. Nothing else was scheduled once the current call. "Want me to drive you?"
"That'd be great!"
So I drove her to her exercise class this morning, skipping my walk, and will pick her up, curtailing my writing to do so. Gift number two.
For number three, I made reservations and will spring them on her tomorrow afternoon. She can turn it down. If so, that's how it goes.
As number four, I'll try being more pleasant and accomodating not just for the week but for the year. That'll be hard. I'm a self-centered cranky person. But I can't tell her all this is part of Valentine's Day. I think that'll be the real gift, just changing and trying harder.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com