Late to the party, here is something I wanted to share. Too long for IHB standards, but I don't want to edit
It?s been more than a week that I saw my dear husband. Our career choices have made an unwanted rift between us that seems to be growing with each passing day not because we are out of love, but we are out of ideas to show that we love when we are not together. Our emails these days are strictly business signed off as each other?s lovers. We don?t call each other much when one of us is having a hard day at work because it just causes a distraction, and all you want to do is come home running at that very moment. When we are home, the kids need attention because they had been missing the busy parent all day. With so much going on in our lives, I didn?t even know what we were doing for Valentine?s Day other than buying cards and cupcakes for the other third graders.
Life has become too casual these days. We go out too often to go to celebrate anything special. We take vacations when not everyone and their aunt has a long weekend so that we can avoid crowded freeways and hotels. We open a bottle of champagne when we feel like, not because there is an occasion to celebrate. We buy gifts for each other when we have time to go out shopping together, not when it is special occasion and wonder what is it that the other person needs and doesn?t have yet when the special occasion comes.
I am not a die-hard romantic like the Disney Princess brigade that waits endlessly for the Prince charming to come and take them to the far-far away land to live happily ever after and probably lives happily ever after because I didn?t hear anything from them about being bored or unhappy in their marriages. Instead of this itouch, itune, ipod stuff, Apple should come with a tool called iLove so that all of ?busy now, been there, done that when we had time and now we are roommates? kind of gadget freak couples can renew and rejuvenate our love to each other. Since Steve is on leave and I don?t see anything like that being possible at Apple without him, I take it up to myself to spare fifteen minutes today to do something special for my dear husband to show that I love him. He will probably think that I watched some teenage romantic movie and got inspired if I made a heart shaped pancake or got a fake tattoo that says ?I love you?. Or worse, he will sleep through breakfast and tell me to wake him up around lunch time, and ask me thousand questions on where I got my tattoo from because all tattoo shops in Pasadena look shady.
Safe bet is to participate in the contest ?Who is your hottest hunk, and why?, and write about Me Amor. I will renew my love for him, look at him with rose tinted eyes again, and fall in love. He was no less than Brad Pitt for me. He is Republican (although he voted for Barack because he hated Sarah Palin) he is a dad, he is handsome and he is successful. Agreed that his six pack is hidden somewhere deep down beneath those six packs he had for the thousands of valid reasons, but what is one tiny flaw? But what makes him hot? To me, the smile, the fake indifference when we fight, his love for me.. that makes him irrestible.
Away from the freaky gadgets and even freakier toys, and equipped by Royal blue ink and Taj Mahal imprinted stationary, I look in my personal box for inspiration. Along with my stationary, were around seventy of the love letters that we wrote to each other ten years ago when we decided to marry. Love letters. A simple handwritten ?I love you? is a treasure. While the ?I love you?s he whispered on the phone don?t exactly remind me of that every time I hold the phone, reading a letter he wrote ten years ago immediately transforms me to a magical land. A land of romance where there is no one but me and him. No email can ever bring that enchanting feeling back.
Old letters filled with emotions that have changed over time, old letters smelling of love which has grown hundred folds, and old letters that want to be old because something new came by. I don?t know why I refer to them as ?old letters? since I don?t have anything new to call them old. For me, they are not old. They are timeless. They are dated forever. I try to touch the fading alphabets softly just enough to feel them, but not to disturb them. I unfold the creases just enough to read what is hidden inside, being careful not to tear them off where they were folded. They have aged with travel. Ten years. Nine houses. Two continents. I didn?t write a single word on paper, but I didn?t fidget thinking of what to write either.
This Valentine?s day, I resolve to write a few words from the bottom of my heart to my special someone, and to write a note on all the cards to the special people in my life. In return, I would love a musical box as a gift, but the person who knows the volume of letters I have collected hasn?t thought of getting one custom made for me. No, I won?t put it on my Amazon wish list. I will wait for the moment when he thinks of what I would love to have, and actually makes efforts to know what it would be. I am tired of getting everything easily. I miss the charm of looking for a perfect gift, or the feeling of happiness when someone gives you something that your heart actually desired.. this Valentine?s day, I will make an effort to know what his heart desires, and watch for that genuine appreciation in his eyes.