Valentines Day . . .

Happy Valentines Day everyone.  This is the day when, each year, I pause to reflect on the amazing fact that my wife still wants to keep me around.  Why today?  Because we began dating on Valentines Day in 1999.  So, any babies born as we started our relationship are now old enough to buy liquor in any bar in the US, as far as I know.

Well, to my wife – Happy Valentines Day.  Thanks for keeping me around and putting up with all the trouble that has caused you.

Stress Relief . . .

Having given my mother several “second chances” over the years, I felt the need to call my father and extend to him the same courtesy.  Today I called him, and told him that I remembered many birthdays when he’d called me and said “Oh, by the way, your mom wishes you a happy birthday, too.” Not to mention several times he’d attempted to relay written messages from my mother, as he did on the day after Christmas last year.

So, this afternoon, I called him.  I prefaced my entire conversation with the admission that since I gave mom several chances to change, I felt that I owed him at least one.  Then I asked him if he remembered how many times I’d asked him to stop playing relay for her.  He said he couldn’t remember me ever making that request – until I reminded him of all the birthday messages he’d relayed that I specifically asked to never hear again.  Then I reminded him of all the times he’d gotten written messages from her and tried to relay them to me – including my most recent birthday when he showed up at my house and surprised me with the card I did not want.  I told him that while I was sorry that things went the way they did, it was pure self-preservation that caused me to reject his visit on Dec. 26th.

Then I said that, if he could agree to NEVER attempt to relay another message from her, I’m willing to give him the second chance that I gave her.  I didn’t want to be disconnected from him, but he had to agree to my simple limit on what we talk about.  No more messages from mom.  EVER.

He said he didn’t think it would be a problem, in a tone that sounded like he’d already talked to her and told her that he wouldn”t  be able to help any more.  So, I confirmed that, on that condition, we’re still good, and I’ll continue taking his calls and visits.

I really hope this works.

Saturday Posts . . .

This is a very special edition of my Saturday Posts series, because today I get the privilege of wishing my wife a happy birthday, On her birthday, on a Saturday Post.

Sweetheart, we’ve certainly been through a lot together, and I’m thankful every day that you still want to keep me around.  I hope you have a wonderful birthday.