But I think something else changed even before his birth, something in the last ten years of being married. Maybe it's called old age. Maybe it's called having small children. But I remember prior to hitting that divide between newly wed and old hat, V-day was treated as sacred a day as our wedding anniversary. Now, the catering and mooning is just not there.
This is no slight on my husband, who is the world's greatest. I mean, how many wives can say that they get breakfast in bed 4-5 times a week, can have a girl's night out whenever she dang well chooses, and never has to lift a finger to dish duty? He's smart too, and funny, and has earning potential. And did I mention sexy? (No, you can't have him.)
I think we've gotten old.
We used to cuddle up to movies on the couch and have dates once a week. Now we each cuddle our laptops and ask each other what just happened in the movie because we were too busy "looking something up just really quick" on the Internet.
And the weird thing, I'm okay with this change!
I love him more than I ever have and I know he feels the same way. The ga-ga days are long gone (not that they were ever very distinct with our personality types). Something deeper has taken it's place. Perhaps we SHOULD lay off our Internet obsessions. Perhaps we should get a bigger couch so that we can snuggle easier. But when the buoyant shininess of our initial love wore off, I felt the solid bottom beneath. The expression of our commitment has changed, rather than the commitment itself. There is a peace somewhere at the heart of all this that feels as unchanging as stone.
Why do I bring this up today, so near the tribute day of love? Because I'm trying to work this kind of love into my WIP. Is this the kind of love anyone else can relate to? (I mean the love I have for my husband, not the Internet love.) And moreover, does anyone else have similar stories? Would they read a book with a tinge of romance similar to this? I wonder. I seriously do....