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" />" width="500" height="214" alt="ccb" />" />Yesterday my Mom said something really nice.
She said my blog has love in it.
She's right....my blog does have a lot of love in it.
And it's about to get a whole lot mushier up in here.....
in the spirit of Valentine's Day.
A decade or so ago, I made a rule.
She's right....my blog does have a lot of love in it.
And it's about to get a whole lot mushier up in here.....
in the spirit of Valentine's Day.
A decade or so ago, I made a rule.
"There shall be no monies spent on Valentine's Day."
This rule originated after once Chuck ignored the holiday completely, thus hurting my feelings, and in an attempt to make his wrong right, pulled over in the Food World parking lot. Said he needed some Pepto. He came out with 45 dollars worth of roses and a golf themed candy basket.
(I don't golf.) (And we were broke.) (As convicts.)
Sweet, sweet man. Yes I know.
Poor thing. He can't win.
Poor thing. He can't win.
So in an effort to help him out a little, I put my expectations out there.
Just put them right out there.
Just put them right out there.
Because I have learned, you can't fault a guy for not reading your mind.
It's just not right.
So now Chuck knows that a massage....a gesture...a love note
means far more to me than any flower he can buy.
means far more to me than any flower he can buy.
And I try, to return the favor. Some years I fall short.
I mean there are just so many years of
birthdays and Valentine's Days before the thoughtful gift idea tank runs dry.
So to help anyone out there who may be running low on gift ideas, I want to share a few with you.
There are reasons why we love them.
Write those reasons down.
Some Don'ts....
Don't over think it.
Don't let it overwhelm you.
Don't try for 365.
Don't take it too seriously.
Some DO's...
Just take a white sheet of paper and start writing.
Cut them out, fold them up, and shove them into a jar.
Here's a few I came up with....
People love you.
You gave me the best proposal story ever.
You can skip a rock further than me.
You love being a good daddy.
You took me mudding and we spun in circles in the Toyota.
You think the word face is funny.
You appreciate me making the house homey.
You told me to quit a job when it was making me unhappy even though it meant not having enough money or any insurance.
You have a nicely weathered face.
You buried Jimmi.
You are an archaeologist.
You don't like Oreo's or coconut either.
You remember what I wore on certain special events.
You are a little bit jealous of my feelings for a fictional vampire.
You pray with me.
You tell me to get out of your kitchen.
You are the only person who told me I could sing and you really mean it.
You can yo yo.
You are an archer.
You feel more alive when you've been active all day and have a little sun on your face.
You write.
You canoe.
You used to notice me at the YMCA. (back in high school)
You encouraged me to sing karaoke and sat up front so I could see you and only you if I needed to.
You believe in my ideas even if they are crazy.
You can ride a bike much better than me.
You loved our Mill Village life.
You make me laugh.
You speak in public - and do it well.
You fish.
You think I am funny.
You brought me 2 frogs home from Georgia.
You dance with me
You go to the 450 mile yard sale with me.
You are a good swimmer.
Your hands are rough.
You give me a lot of credit for Charley's wonderful personality.
You appreciate my warped and disturbing sense of humor.
You think I am beautiful always.
Now I don't want to brag, but this is not even half of what I came up with.
I promise, if you just start, you'll come up with just as many.
Later I put the jar into a bowl.
That way, once he'd read one, he could add it to the bowl.
That way, once he'd read one, he could add it to the bowl.
Each day, before he left for work, he picked one out and read it.
Isn't that a nice way to begin a day?
When you're all finished put the notes back inside the jar.
Keep it forever.
You are amazing! This is the sweetest idea ever and could work well for the kids to do too. You've just given them their Saturday activity while I work...thank you! Now, how could neither of you NOT like Oreos? Oh, and I don't know the proposal story and now I want to know it (blog material), so please share. In the spirit of Valentine's Mushie Love, I sent you lots of Hodge Love your way. Please share it with Chuck and especially Charlie. No offense Chuck, but yes, my children love Charley more than you...course I think you knew that. Happy Valentine's Day Burns Family!
ReplyDeleteWell that's so sweet it kinda makes me wanna tear up, sister. I actually did this in a card to Ethan once. I just wrote all things I love about him on inside of the card in little segments. It was one of his very most favorites. A hit.
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