Dear Love of My Life,
You know I normally don’t make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. You see it on the calendar, and you know you should do something special. But then you run out of time because your day has just as many hours as mine, you work just as hard as I do, and we have the same number of kids. I didn’t forget either.
I know you love me. I know I love you. Our love is what I think of every time I rub the wedding ring on my finger when I worry we’re running out steam, sparks or time for each other. Then a thought occurred to me while I was cleaning my diamond last week.
I know what I want for Valentine’s Day.
This year, I want something shiny. Something that sparkles. Something I can’t wait to show off. Something that takes my breath away every time I look at it. And, something that makes people gasp and want one as soon as they see it.
This year, I want a clean house.
And I want someone else to do it.
This year, instead of a night out, let’s give ourselves the weekend off from housecleaning. I won’t grumble at your socks on the floor; you won’t complain about unloading the dishwasher. We won’t step on Legos as we walk up the stairs, grimace about the state of the toilet seat or sigh when our feet stick to the floor. We won’t waste a single second scrubbing or dusting or vacuuming or peeling melted cheese off the plate in the microwave.
We’ll just, you know, hang out.
I know just the place.