So tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  We have been playing this game asking each other what we would like for that holiday.  But we both know that we will probably not get each other anything.  This group of of old folks in our ward will be getting together for a dinner.  This is a FHE group that has been going for a couple of years now.  It has been a mean and a lesson, but I figure that tomorrow it will turn into some kind of romantic thing with a chocolate fountain and hearts and flowers for decorations and we will be asked about our being together and how we met and stuff like that.  Sheila has already told me I can't use my squiggy story again.  And I haven't come up with anything clever so I don't know how well I will fare.  The others are into chocolates and flowers and probably jewelry and cupid and cards and I am into none of that.  For me it will just be good food and the temptation for to overeat rich food.  My sweet wife is used to me by now so she doesn't get hung up when I don't deliver.  I still am human though so I feel a little bit bad when I see other guys do stuff, but me, I am just not romantic, at least not in any conventional way.  Heck, I don't even always open the car door for my wife.  I see our life and I see the division of labor that we have established.  It does make us different then most other couples, but it works for us.  (I do sometimes take out the garbage!)

Anyway, I figure that you can't make up for a year in one day, and if you do it all year long then one day doesn't make it any more real.  So we'll see how Valentine's Day goes for us tomorrow.