Our love used to be flamboyant.
All candlelight dinners, sunset runs in Central Park, and romantic bed and breakfast weekends in Vermont.
But now our love is furtive, camouflaged amidst the mundane tasks of parenting.
A quick peck that lingers into a gentle kiss on the way out to work,
Warm legs that wrap around my icy feet without hesitation,
A soft touch of thanks on your arm as you bring the trash to the garage,
Our eyes locking across the table in the middle of family dinner,
My hand resting on your ankle amidst the tangle of our children's bodies on the couch,
Our fingers intertwined as we walk out the door on a Saturday night.
Valentine, our love is no longer the same as it was 15 years ago when there were only two of us, but you still hold the power to make my heart race.
Happy Valentine's Day.
This week, the Silicon Valley Moms Group is celebrating Valentine's Day with a special steamy book club: Kristen Chase's the Mominatrix's Guide to Sex. I'll be reviewing the book in full at Chefdruck Reviews. This is my book club post, inspired by the book, which gave me much ... food for thought.
3 comments:
What a beautiful poem and tribute to the one you love! Happy Valentine's Day!
That is very sweet and perfect example of a parents love for each other!
It's funny to me how Valentine's Day has become my new favorite holiday.
I suppose you never really need to celebrate a reason for love.
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