After he leaves, I will write so much that people will get really really tired of my words. Right now, he gets most of my time.
However, I can't quit cold turkey. (I am slightly addicted!)
My Valentines Day was fabulous, if slightly non-traditional. Andy and I did the "romantic" thing a little early. I had visited the "secret store" a few weeks ago, and we went out for dinner at a Japanese Steak house (very very cool!) on the 13th, and he even bought me a really comfy, yet cute, new robe (since I have been wearing an old flannel one that use to belong to my dad - very not sexy!). So when Sat. rolled around we were already done with the "love stuff".
But, my wonderful husband had one more surprise to throw in - when he ran out to Walmart to pick up potatoes so we could make homemade French Fries, he bought me a card too. He was making fun of all the guys standing around the card and candy aisle, desperate to find something last minute - but he said he didn't feel like he had to buy something, (since he already had) so it was okay for him to be buying it last minute. I love how his brain works!
Anyway... the Thompsons stopped by for a second on their way home from Disney, and the kiddo's got to give then their Valentines. But the best part of the day was that my Mommy and Daddy came! We got to eat dinner together, and have yummy desserts, and celebrate love!
After the kids were in bed, we were all just sitting around talking. At one point I got up and went to the other room for a second, and when I came back I just stood in the doorway for a second and listened to three of my favorite people talk to each other. There is something so very soothing to know that the people that you love the most, also love each other. When I first fell in love with Andy, he was mine only. But bit by bit, over the years, he has become more then that. He is theirs too. My parents love Andy also.
Now, he already has his "own family", who already love him. That is a totally different story, and I would never try to take away from that love. More love is just more love. It doesn't take away from other love. It just adds to it. And that is beautiful.
I must admit that a small part of me, that ugly part deep inside, was slightly jealous. Those three people are all supposed to love me most. So for a split second, I had to be slightly jealous that they all love each other so much! Then I remembered... "More love is just more love. It doesn't take away from other love. It just adds to it"
So in the end, my Valentines Day was beautiful. Full of love. The real kind.