We are all born for love.
It is the principle
and its only end.
Benjamin Disraeli (1804-1881), from Sybil
I know that The Blokey loves me. I see the adoration in his eyes every time he looks my way. I feel his warmth when he’s in another room. I feel the electricity in his glance. There’s a wonderful protective quality in his huggles. Laughter at my foibles and quirks is a laughter of joy, not sarcastic sufferance [I amuse him, what more can I say?]. The unspoken games that only the two of us know the rules to. The little gifts he buys me. The way he gives me the opportunity to be me, to have my space if needed, letting me rant and rave about nonsensical things, letting me cry into his shoulder.
And I love him. Everything about him. The way he screws his face up when he’s tired, his smell, his thoughtfulness, the way he is able to make me laugh when no-one else can, his generosity, his cooling hand, his stinky socks, his love of films/books/music, the geekiness when it comes to technology, the sharing of my bed, talking in his sleep, being comfortable. The way he never, ever, puts me down and makes me feel insignificant and silly. Except for those times when I twist things around in my head, like the doofus I am …
I love him because he is him.
And I don’t need the gimmickiness that is Valentine’s Day to let him know, or for him to let me know, that we’re in love.
But, there’s a snag. I’m a Corporate Whore. Christmas, Easter, Mothering Sunday, Valentine’s Day … Yes, I’ll be there in cheesy shops rifling through shelves of cheesy gifts/cards looking for the perfect gift.
And you can’t actually get more cheesy than Valentine’s Day. And we all love and adore cheesiness, no? The stupid little teddies, the furry handcuffs, the cards unlovingly made by underpaid workers, the poetry that makes no sense, and the way the price of flowers increases tenfold in the weeks leading up to the special day.
I love the day specifically for its cheesiness. I love it because I’m a Corporate Whore, the wetness in the dream of all retail companies. I love it because its an event, something to look forward to. I love it because it’s a time of year when I can brighten up other people’s lives. This year my nana is getting a card. As is my Mumsy. They both know I love them dearly. But this is just a little extra to let them know I’m thinking of them at a time in the year when they have no partner, through widowhood and divorce, to show appreciation and love.
It doesn’t have to be about being attached and in a relationship. It’s a time of year when we can show our love for friends and other family members, for pets and maybe even our cars. And yes, maybe we should be showing our love for others all the year round, but how often do we forget to send an e-mail, make a phone call, take time out for tea and cake?
And this is why I’m grateful that some little Roman chap called Valentine was [allegedly] killed for performing secret marriages … It may or may not be the correct story, but does it matter? Can’t we just all love each other on Valentine’s Day?
Be cheesy tomorrow and show your appreciation for someone who hasn’t had your appreciation for so long …
A special message for The Blokey [who may or may not read this, I don’t know] …
You smiled and talked to me
and I felt for this
I had been waiting long.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
please God bless the miserable souls of those who can’t cherish the cheesiness xxx Elsabeth
And pssst – remember that I love you all, dearly. Really. Even if no one else does, you bunch of misfits