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It’s only Valentine’s #3 for us.  I think spending last year’s with my dad, who was visiting while in town for a trade show, kinda broke the pressure for us.  So now we’re happy to just cruise through it.

I had some <ahem> hairs forcibly removed for the occasion, ’cause it’s nice to show a little effort, right?
We are making a special dinner (Smitten Kitchen’s heart stuffed shells), so I’ll be having a special lunch tomorrow.  We picked out flowers at our grocery shop yesterday.
And I think maybe we’ll try not to turn on the tv at all tonight!  Imagine that!

I’m glad that I have no angst on Valentine’s Day today.  And I’m really glad that my Valentine is such a good one.

And since I’ve got such a great guy and can feel secure in my romantic love department, I’m also really glad that I’ve got so many other people in my life for whom I feel great love.  Happy Valentine’s Day to you all!

I came home from boot camp the other morning and my cute boy was bustling about in running shorts and the coffee table was pushed to the side of the room.

“Were you doing some kind of workout?” I asked him.

And he says, “I was practicing my dancing.”

David has recently decided that he would like to take up break dancing and got himself instructional video, which came with two free beanie hats.  Sometimes he wears those to get in the mood while he’s practicing his dancing.

He told me a little bit about what he’d worked on today and I said that I thought it was awfully early to be getting up for such things (we were having this conversation at 7 am.)

His response?  “I could wake up and think, ‘ho hum, it’s off to work for me’ or I could wake up and I can dance!”

This particular day did happen to be my birthday and I was already feeling a bit sobsome because of it, but I got a special welling when I heard that.  I get to be with a guy who actually feels those made-up emotions, like “joy” and “glee.”

It humbles me.

I am horrified to report that The David crash crash crashity crashed his car yesterday while coming home from Tahoe by himself.  On the 80.  Going 70 mph.  Crash into the guardrail.  Spin out.  And then facing the oncoming traffic.  And he has no idea why it happened.

Important take aways here:
THE DAVID IS NOT DEAD.
The David is not hurt.
No other cars crashed in to him and no one else was hurt.

Even so, I can’t think about it without feeling nervous and panicked and possibly like pooping.  And I can’t stop thinking about it.  Because oh my god, what if.  What If?!  I am refusing to actually expand upon the rest of the “what if” thought because it’s just to awful to imagine.  Or talk about.  Or write about.

So I’m just generically freaking out.

And now, without a car, he’s biking in to work and planning to do so indefinitely, which makes me nervous, as well.  All that unprotected poppet body exposed to the elements and the automobiles!

How rather perversely horrible it is to care about someone so much that you have all this worry and fear about what the outside world might do to him.  When it might be so much nicer to just stay safe in a little nest where I can make lots of macaroni and cheese and no one ever gets paper cuts.

David turns thirty

My sweet boy turned 30 years old on Saturday.