lovedI think wanting these things is ... not wanting what is important. Let me explain.
Three weeks ago,
shadowdaddy and I were both stuck at home. He had a broken toe. I had a cold that was kind of ... breaking me in two. I had no energy and was having coughing fits that would leave me fighting to hold on to my breakfast.Broken toe and all, when I ran out of the medicine that was keeping my coughing down ... he walked to the pharmacy to get me some more.
That, folks, is my idea of romance and true love: consistent love and care paid toward your partner, not something you pull out of a hat on some random day in the calendar or use to gloss over a general selfishness or lack of interest in your partner's cares and needs. Flowers, jewelry, perfume, pretty shoes and lacy nothings, these don't show love, they show access to a wallet.
Anyway, here's a wish for a happy Valentine's day to
shadowdaddy, our 17th Valentine's day together. You made me believe that I should expect to be treated like I am loved and valued 365 days of the year (366 this year), and that's a gift you can't buy at Hallmark. Here's hoping for a million more. 