2004-06-22 
 

my rotting marble valentine

So little e showed me her "yearbook" from preschool which had a collection of snapshots and various art projects. For V-Day, they had taken marbles dipped in paint and rolled them across paper hearts to make designs. The teacher who labeled this particular page let the hook from the y run across the double l in rolling which made for a funny label in a preschoolers scrapbook. It's also a pretty good description of what I'm feeling today. Tomorrow G turns 40. FORTY! and because he ended up staying back in SF instead of coming along to NYC with me, he'll be alone until tomorrow night when my flight comes in. (OK, he may have plans, but he won't be with me, and I'm feeling rotten about it.)

FORTY! That may just be a number. There may not rationally be too much of a difference between 40 and either 39 or 41, but I really wanted something special to happen. We were going to have a fabulous NYC day doing something fun for him. (probably something historical) followed by a yummy late lunch/early dinner and then home to SF to fall into our own bed.

I know it was his choice, but the bossy part of me also knows I could have got him to come with me if I'd pushed it. At the time, I thought I was being nice blocking away the bossy part of me and letting him make his own decision, but now the bossy part won't shut up about what a rotten guy I am.

Anyway, all I'm saying is if you're reading this...even if it's days/weeks/months later send an email to GLG1 AT hotmail.com with the subject "Happy 40th Greg!" Doesn't need to say anything more than "Have a happy day!" or "Your fiance's a freak, but he sure does love you!" etc. (and of course, replace that AT in the email address with an @ and remove any extra spaces...that's just me trying to thwart annoying web crawling email snatchers)

HAPPY 40TH to the man I love more than pasta! M

* posted by me at 9:04 PM

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