Friday: Valentine’s Day should not be a competition
It happens every year, on pretty much every occasion—I get outdone by Ken. It’s bad enough that I have a terrible memory and Ken writes EVERYTHING down:
Ken: Guess what day it is today??!!
Me: Oh, god, no. What day is it?
Ken: It’s the 7th year anniversary of our third date! Here, I got you a little something…
But it’s worse on the major occasions. We’ve been married for over 25 years, and Valentine’s Day is no longer a big deal. Or so I thought. But yesterday, this was the conversation:
Ken: Is it OK if I drop you off at the grocery store? I went to three different places yesterday, and I can’t find the thing I want to get you for Valentine’s Day.
Me: What? You don’t have to get me anything. It’s not a big deal.
Ken: No, I have this thing in mind. You’re really going to like it.
Me: All I got you was some chocolate…
Ken: That’s OK. I just want to get you something special. Do you want to know what it is?
Ken: It’s a digital picture frame!
Me: But that’s really expensive. All I got you was chocolates.
Ken: But you’re worth it. Don’t worry about it.
So this morning, he gave me a beautiful digital picture frame so I could have pictures of him, K, Titus, Raven, and all kinds of flowers, clouds, fences, and trees when I’m in Toronto. But I won in the end though:
Me: Here’s your chocolate. AND YOUR CARD.
Ken: Oh no! I forgot to get you a card. I’m so sorry.
Me: That’s OK. The present was enough. Don’t worry about it.
I may have snickered a little smugly to myself at that point. But don’t tell Ken. He’ll always be MY Valentine.