The day that strikes terror in the hearts of most blue-blooded American males is upon us... Valentine's Day. Countrymouse, being the all around good guy that he is, usually tries to rise to the occasion. Some years he out-does himself and others, well, not so much. The problem Countrymouse usually has is that he forgets which date is Valentine's Day. (Hellooo... how old do you have to be before you realize that February 14th comes around every year? Especially since this is the man that still remembers that Windows 95 was released on August 24, 1995.)
The truth is, Countrymouse is my Valentine every single day. It's not his style to be mushy (which quite frankly, a girl just plain ol' wants sometimes) but he is always loving. And I am a smart enough mouse to know that almost 3 decades of sure and steady love is more romantic than flowers any day.
Having said all that, I have to admit that I have dropped the proverbial Valentine's Day ball this year. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and Countrymouse has been chomping at the bit to give me my gift for days. (And, I don't think he's referring to the big box of Russell Stover dark chocolates I saw on his desk.) Knowing what I got him, this makes me anxious. In my defense, we've had two blizzards in a week and my Jeep is still stuck in a bank of snow in the driveway. (Countrymouse has been chauffeuring me around because he doesn't want me to drive in this mess... that is, on the days we could even get out.) So... I did my shopping for him yesterday at the hospital gift shop. Can I get a big LAME-O?? Yeah. This is the best I could do...
(There were plenty of pink and blue teddy bears and pretty flowers to choose from... but Countrymouse is not exactly the bear hugging, flower sniffing type.)
If the shoe were on the other foot, I'd probably have my feelings hurt that he hadn't planned better. (I didn't say that was fair, now.) I know he won't care that I just got him some candy bars (they are his favorites, at least). I love that about him.
There's a lot of things I love about him. It goes without saying that he's a good father and husband. (He is.) I thought in honor of Valentine's Day (and to try to make amends for my feeble gift giving skills this year), I'd list some of the less obvious ones...
* He makes me coffee every morning. (Even on the mornings I forget to set it up.)
* He doesn't complain (too much) about my cats.
* He lets me drive the Suburban on hot days so I can use the AC. (I drive a Wrangler without air.)
* He actually bought me the Wrangler when I turned 40 'cause I felt like I was getting old and losing my edge. (I'd kill to be 40 again.)
* He lets me travel all around the world (literally) and never complains about staying home with the pups.
* He misses my mom.
* He let me take him on a quest all around Venice to find a little shop I had seen the year before and bought me my very favorite piece of jewelry. (Now my signature piece.)
* When I've had a long day, he has a glass of wine ready for me when I walk in the door.
* He makes all the phone calls in the family. (Because I have phone phobia.)
* He never complains about all my trips to Goodwill.
* He reads my blog.
* He still thinks I'm sexy.
I could go on forever. My life is good and without a doubt, all the good in my life is tied to Countrymouse. I am one blessed mouse.