Tonight with Smash on in the background I was trying to multi-task and come up with something cute, clever, and easy to write about for love day tomorrow. I asked Babe if he had any ideas, he said I have something. I quickly handed him the computer, never wanting to pass up an opportunity for him to sponsor this space.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
I’m mixing things up for Love Day this year. In the past, I’ve always sent my wife flowers. Always to work. Always before lunch. Always with a very short but meaningful note reaffirming my love and respect for our star blogger. Admittedly, not very original. But I knew how she liked to show them off to co-workers and students. And I could imagine how they must have brightened her classroom. I would wait all day for the “surprise” e-mail, even though it wasn’t much of a surprise at all. But it made me smile and filled her with joy.
Now my wife is at home. She has 4 little ones chasing at her feet. And when they’re not pulling at her shirt, they’re pulling other things — like flowers — from counters, tables, and anything else “in the way”. Since life has changed, my gift giving is changing with it.
For Valentine’s Day this year, I’m giving my family the gift of personal sacrifice. And I’m giving it to her in this format because she loves her blog and all of you. And, well, I need to be held accountable — so here’s my public announcement.
Like most, I have many bad habits. Frankly, more than I’d like to admit. And since I don’t want you to think less of my wife for marrying me, I’m not giving you a list. For all my bad habits, however, there’s an easy “no 1″ that drives my wife crazy. INSANE. It’s not close and she’s blogged about it before, even though she was kind enough not to blow my cover. I’m not a smoker, but it’s a tobacco habit. It’s horribly gross, embarrassing, and unfortunately, incredibly addictive. We have certain rules about this habit. Never around the kids (goes without saying), no traces around the house, not around strangers, etc. I’m pretty good about the rules, it’s always been a fair trade. But, with that said, it’s unfair. To my wife, my boys, and my beautiful daughters. When I do it, I not only embarrass myself but I risk embarrassing them. And it’s dangerous. I love my family too much to take unnecessary risks. The world is crazy enough, I can do without this. So, family, happy V-Day. I’m giving up the lippers (even the slang is gross). My wife, and close friends, will appreciate how difficult this will be. I made the decision a week ago and enjoyed my final one while watching Band of Brothers on DVD tonight. Of course, it’s only 10:30, so maybe one more.… Nah, no time like the present. The sentimental stuff can wait another day, giving this gift to my family cannot. Love you all.