It was twelve years ago.
Our first Valentines was spent beneath the raging torrent of El Niño. She was the boogey weather of the nightly news for months. But she was also real.
The flower shop flooded. Customers couldn’t get in and we couldn’t get our orders out.
Three days later I was standing beside my father, chopping the heads from thousands and thousands (and thousands) of dollars worth of roses. We watched the blooms roll into the trashcans as the bundled stems landed on the counter with a thud. The scent in the air was sweet, but the room was heavy.
Twelve 32-Gallon trashcans were filled, each one packed. Every trip to the dumpster was heartbreaking. It is impossible to recover from the loss of a perishable product.
It was devastating.
Fortunately, I mostly thought of you.
The way we met, and how one day had just seemed to settle right into the next like it never had before.
How your eyes looked bigger than your face.
Your smile.
My worst professional Valentine’s Day was still the best I’d ever had. The day’s freeze fell off me just moments after I came home.
Everything was okay.
You gave me everything then, as you have now for more than a decade.
Children that bloat my emotion and pull me deeper into my days, your unwavering faith that I can and will do anything I throw my mind to, and an unfaltering system of support to give me the time and tools to make it happen.
I can’t believe it’s been more than twelve years.
The math is clear. Our oldest child is now eight, plus the five we were together before she was born. Yet it doesn’t seem possible.
After all these years, each day still settles right into the next.
I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.
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WOW, I guess I never know how huge the flower shop devastation was, I just knew that El Nino had done a real number everywhere…I remember cars floating down the street and a couple of buildings in the neighborhood losing their roofs.
A very happy valentine's day to you and Cindy…I congratulate you on your everlasting love and happiness that envelopes the family. Tell the kids I love them, missed them last nite and will see them next week. Tell them Grammy is busy making LOTS of beautiful flower arrangements that will be given as gifts of love this weekend and will make a lot of people happy (and grammy exhausted, but don't say that). xoxo mom
It's been 12 years for me and my guy. Time flies, doesn't it. That's a lovely story, Sean.
Oh, dude, it was TERRIBLE. Pop still cries when he thinks about it.
We missed you last night as well. Good luck this weekend, and we'll see you next Thursday.
Hi Stacey!
Yeah, I can't believe it's been 12 years. At all. Sure, we look the part and our kids ages don't lie, but STILL, it just doesn't seem possible!
Thanks for the compliment, Stacey. It's much appreciated.
Sweet. Everytime the kids destroy something in our house I tell myself, “You can't have the highs without the lows.” Your story is clearly part of why you're so high (wait, that didn't sound right).
Best.
Well I wasn't expecting the post to be for me this morning when I opened my e-mail. This is the best e- mail ever. I will never grow tired of your words even when they are for other people. You are the most significant life changer my soul has been gifted. xo
Hey Diggy,
It's so true. You can never truly know sweet without having tasted sour.
And thanks for noticing my high.
I've never met another soul more patient with my words. Happy valentines, I love you.
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