Who's Your Daddy?

My love for my husband, George, has remained steadfast over the years. If anything, it's grown stronger since having a child. What I find sexy about him has changed though:

1) Having my back soaped in the shower was great, but it's sexier when he puts a lather on the dishes in the sink now.

2) Buff abs used to turn me on. Now, a spit shine on the kitchen table puts me over the moon.

3) I used to wait for his calls. Now, it's sexy when he calls the babysitter and surprises me with some time for the two of us.

4) Partying into the wee hours was one of our things. Now, there's nothing lovelier than snuggling into bed together at 10PM.

5) We used to sleep in together in the morning. Now, I love it when he gets up early with Claire and lets me sleep in all alone.

6) Being wined and dined by candlelight used to light my fire. Now, I like it when he wakes up early to make his two favorite girls banana-walnut pancakes.

7) His kisses are warm, but nothing makes me warmer than watching him love our daughter.

8) I still like it when he says, "I love you". But hearing him say "I love you, Claire" is the best of all.

Happy Valentines Day to the best husband a gal could ask for!

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Sweet

I'm loathe to add my thoughts on Valentine's Day to the world according to bloggy moms, because a) there's no lack for posts on the subject and b) I really don't have much nice to say about the holiday.

But I promise to make my complaints short, as well as to deliver a happy ending. Indeed, I even give you permission to skip right to the end, if you want (as if you needed my permission anyway)…

George and I are 0 for 4 for gifts in recent history. Our anniversary, his birthday, Christmas and my birthday all came and went without a gift. While this state of affairs certainly isn't reflective of how much we love each other, the "too busy" excuse is getting rather old. But, alas, I doubt February 14th will prove any different. 

It isn't George's fault. I don't like Valentine's Day. The holiday makes me passive aggressive. Anytime someone gives me a command to be nice to another person, I want to do the exact opposite. And since George and I aren't into S&M, there's really no way for me to act out this impulse in a clean kind of way. 

Plus, there were the many years that I boycotted the holiday due to, well, due to being perpetually single and not having a choice in the matter. During these times, my in-a-perfectly-perfect marriage mother would send flowers to me. While nice, the subtext of this gesture was extreme pity for my situation. Each fragrant bloom seemed to scream out to me, "Oh, poor, lonely, pathetic you! Someday, you'll find a man!" I don't like a holiday that discriminates against people on such an arbitrary thing as relationship status.

But my aversion to the holiday doesn't mean I don't believe in the power of love and the beauty of relationships. So, without further ado…here's the happy ending (Wait, you didn't really skip to the end, did you? Go back! Read about ME, dammit!…oh, sorry…) 

My bloggy mom friend Kristi from Finding Ninee shared a Valentine's Day project that I think is awesome.

Cool drawing by Kristi Campbell

You can send a Valentine's Day card via snail mail or the internet to a couple with special needs, who is celebrating their four-month wedding anniversary! (collective "awww", everyone!) As a former special educator, I love hearing stories that break through stereotypes about people with disabilities.  Go to her blog, Finding Ninee, to find out more about the project. 

It's sweet. Kristi's sweet. Valentine's Day's sweet, right? So this ends my sweet addition to Valentine's Day. 

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day to my one and only, dear and lovely husband, George!


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