Lacking that Loving Feeling
Usually, I’m a hopeless romantic. Favorite book? The Time Traveler’s Wife. Wedding planning? It consumed me for a year of my life. This year’s Valentines Day? Not feelin’ it.
I warned Jon the first year we were dating. I asked him, “Soooo. What are you doing next Monday?”
“Hmm. Don’t have plans. Why?”
“Want to be my date?” This is after about 8 months of pretty steady hanging out.
“Sure,” he said.
He wasn’t getting it.
“Ok, look. So, I’ve been planning what I’m going to do for you for the past month. Monday is Valentines Day. I really like Valentines Day, so I’m just going to let you know up-front that I’ll be pretty disappointed if we don’t do something special for it. Just so you know.”
He delivered then and he’s been doing great ever since without such need for explicit direction on THE holiday and days other than February 14th.
I’ve often got my crafty hat on, making and sending heart-filled notes, baking or otherwise being creative. Not this year.
I did have a brief inspiration mid-January, and invited some couples to come out to our cottage for a weekend get-away. So another couple is meeting us there, but I’m not doing anything special. I may make Baked Alaska, just because I never have before. I’ll go out today, find a sweet card for my husband and come up with something special for him. Yet my heart isn’t in it in the same way. Maybe it is winter blahs. Perhaps I’m just romanced out this year.
