Slightly Off-Balance

I love Valentine’s Day. 

I love donning an outfit of pink and red.

I love to pick out cards for my kids and my husband.

I love planning a special dinner and eating a decadent dessert.

I love attending my kids’ class parties.

I love my husband and my kids.

I love celebrating love.

But this year…

I love that I have a sinister cold.

I love that I have a zit between my nose and my upper lip from the lotion kleenex that hurts when I used it.

I love that my hair is dirty (and needs a color touch up), my nose is red and my Valentine’s Day outfit is grey sweats.

I love that the antibiotics are making me so sick that I will be having brown rice for dinner.

I love that my husband and I are cancelling our romantic dinner because I am too sick to enjoy it.

However…

I love that my husband bought cards for the kids from both of us, flowers for our nanny, flowers for our son’s teacher and cards for me, despite the fact that I did nothing.

I love that my son contorted himself into the shape of a heart when I told him he was my valentine.

I love that my daughter offered to share he prized chocolate heart with me because she loves me ( I let her keep it – yes I love her that much!)

I love that my kids had great Valentine’s Day despite my calamities.

I love that the perfect gift for my husband could be purchased next door to the pharmacy I went to this morning. (A little late, but gift and card acquired).

I love that my husband had Sherry’s Berries delivered to me at noon.

I love that he had roses delivered to me at 4:30.

I love that he loves me despite my mucous, upset stomach and many short-comings.

I love being married to a man who loves to love, loves unconditionally and knows chocolate cures almost everything.

I love being this lucky.