Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Valentine's Day, Part One


I actually proposed to my wife on Valentine's day six years ago. I think. Five years? Pretty sure it wasn't seven years ago. I'm going with six. My math regarding significant life events is not the best.

Yeah, it's kind of a cliche, I know. But I'd been putting off proposing for so long that when I finally made up my mind to pop the question, and it was already February, it seemed silly to purposefully avoid that day. Plus, I figured I'd be unlikely to forget the date I proposed given that the entire nation and all its commercial resources would be working together to remind me about that blessed day, every single year.

So, thanks, silly Jared's commercials, for inviting our country to celebrate the day I professed love and commitment to my wife with advertisements for useless, mind-bogglingly expensive jewelry, which I will never, ever buy for her.

But since I didn't spend money on a ring (anyone else avoid that rite of passage?), and we had a really inexpensive wedding, I now point out to my wife that every time we pass a shopping center encrusted with Valentine's decorations that the decorations are really ours, a decadent ritual commemoration of the day she said "yes."
"Happy Valentine's Day! All of this is for you."
You're welcome, honey.

Read Part Two

7 comments:

  1. I have never even noticed whether or not Lindsay or you wore rings! I bought mine from a silver kiosk at the mall. It was either 12 or 20 dollars. I don't even wear it anymore so thank goodness we didn't spend a lot of money! Also happy anniversary!!

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    1. We've got the bigger Anniversary coming up in April, and unfortunately THAT one doesn't have all the convenient fanfare.

      As far as the ring? Check out the next blog post, when it comes.

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  2. I had to stop and think what bigger anniversary there could be :) oh, right, the wedding.

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    1. Yeah, sometimes I forget too, so I understand.

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  3. We avoided all that crap, too.. mostly. We eloped, had no "proper" rings, I wore brown velvet instead of white lace, etc. My parents were thrilled upon the news (after the fact), while his mom cursed us under her breath for the rest of eternity for denying her the right to witness such a "blessed" event. Blessed?!? Dude, we got married at City Hall in Manhattan and ate gnocchi in Little Italy afterward. Now THAT'S the way to do it. ;)
    -Di

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    1. p.s. Happy Valentine's Day, Lindsey! :)

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    2. Right back at ya, Di!

      And I do like your wedding style -- brown velvet and Italian food. Sign me up! (Though, shockingly, I did end up falling in love with an off-white (cream? antique?) lace-y dress -- I never saw that coming!)

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