Warning – there is likely to be some mushy stuff here, so if this offends or irritates – well there’s a big old inter-webs out there to go search for whatever combination of philosoraptors, porn or dysfunctional mocking floats your boat (seriously, I need to trim my various feeds to cut back on the number of photoshopped sarcasm posts hitting my inbox and facebook feeds)
Its Valentine’s Day – and its now only a little over two weeks to my wedding. T’other half had already decreed that I shouldn’t do anything for the day as I’d already done so much and was already giving her a wedding in a castle, but of course I recognised this as the trap that such pronouncements are (despite her strenuous objections) and have arranged for flowers to be delivered to her at work where she has been doing a sterling job of convincing people that she’s a hard-hearted slave-driver who isn’t really all that fussed about the upcoming nuptials – unless you count the excited daily countdowns and wide grins.
There are days where I do wonder what she sees in me, and similarly where she needs reassurance as to why I’m with her. Such reasons can vary from day to day and mood to mood, but some common themes recur and today of all days I think they bear repeating in public: I love Jo and am marrying her for her wit, her humour, her beauty, her stubbornness and outspoken bluntness. I love her simultaneous sensuousness and naivety in the face of innuendo; her geekiness and the cunningly disguised girliness that manifests in hiding this morning’s flowers in the car so that she wouldn’t start crying at her desk. Without her support I wouldn’t be as happy and relaxed and self-confident as I even pretend to be, and at the same time I deeply appreciate that we can both sit and play on laptops or consoles or read alongside each other without a need to be in each other’s pockets. Loving her, and being with her is easy – even with her knowing all my peculiarities, oddities, quirks and bloodymindedness – possibly even because she knows and accepts my many flaws.
Right – back to prepping for supper and a quiet evening in. In the meantime, I leave you with a short video prepared by a couple of the dark figures waiting to ambush me on the celebration that will be both my stag night and my fortieth birthday…