Love Day..woohoo! right?! or no?
lots of mixed emotions out there concerning Love Day..love it? hate it..forget it….we don’t make a fuss about it ..like you, I want to be loved everyday..not sure if it’s my age..or the fact that I married a very, simple man- but most recently less is more has been workin’ for me
I assure you this has been a process..I used to get all caught up in it..and I mean caught.up.in.it.
expectant of flowers or candy or both ..candle light dinners, riverboat cruises, movies, ..yada-yada-yada..
thankfully the cowboy has appeased me through the years by graciously participating in cheesefest..I’ve contributed my fair share of cheese too..one year I filled a box full of household things to express my love and gratitude..precious things like a hammer to thank him for working so hard to provide for us, a match to let him know he’s the only one to light my fire..and one of his shoes-although I can’t remember the line that went with that?? maybe something to do with sole? or soul?? (see how memorable it was?).oh! and one year I did the handwritten 52 reasons why I love you written on a deck of cards(thank you Pinterest)
This year I asked for a date at home with my three favorite fellas..I asked the cowboy to show the rascals how to treat a lady..the whole shootin’ match – the meal, the lighting, the evening all theirs to give as they like…
Because I had a few questions and didn’t want to be late for my very important date I had a note exchange with my oldest via the classic Magna Doodle….(you remember note writing right? the thing we did before texting??”)
“What time is our date?”
“What should I wear?”
“sharp clothes and I love you”
“I love you more. See you tonight”
So I better go! I don’t want to be late for a very important date…
that was Friday..and our date was perfect. like so great that my face was cramping from relentless smiling…I thought I’d share in case you want to give it a whirl with your people…(kids, grands, nieces, nephews, or borrow your neighbors kids..) because you totally should
It went something like this….
I wore jeans, a snazzy shirt , gawdy jewelry and heels. I was escorted by the two cutest freckle faced rascals you’ve ever seen from the living room to our candle lit dining room..the table was set –complete with crystal goblets, silver flatware and the best paper napkins in the house…a scrumptious salad was waiting on me…bread, sides and the main course delivered via tray per my request
from the best waiters a gal could ask for…all smiles& gracious
“Do you need anything Mam?”
“Can I get you more _?”
“Oh, let me get that for you.”
We ate, exchanged pleasantries, “chip-chatted” and then the cowboy and I presented the boys a few hypotheticals..
“When on a date what should you do as your lady approaches a door?”
“While on a date would it be good manners to discuss the gross worms you dug up today? Yes? or no?”
“If you were on a date would it be okay to “flirt” ( code for pass gas?) Yes? or no?”
you get the idea.. ?
they did too.
Later that evening after all had been cleaned up-by the boys I might add…the short rascal asked his daddy a question..”Daddy if you were on a date and somebody pushed your girl down what would you do?”
“I’d help her up and then go see about the one who pushed her down.”
“Good answer dad.”
It was fun. We laughed and talked and just enjoyed being together around the table.
Better than any –thing I’ve ever been given.
another cliche’ proven true.
The best things in life aren’t things.
night y’all and lots of love from our house to yours