First of all, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for the wonderful times we’ve had so far together. Especially all the times when I’ve done something ludicrously stupid, and you’ve just smiled and given me a hug. Seriously, those moments are awesome!
Now you may be wondering why I’m writing this note. Well, there’s something I need to say, and I don’t know how else to broach the subject, so I’ll just put it out there and let you ponder it in your own time. After our whirlwind romance and shotgun wedding, you may not have realised that we are yet to spend Valentine’s Day together, and herein lies my quandry.
You may know by now that V-Day and I have never really gotten on. It’s safe to say that this is one relationship that is beyond repair. I know how much you appreciate romantic gestures, and I’m all for it. I just hate to have other people tell us what our significant dates are. It’s our marriage, after all, not theirs!
So here’s my proposal – and it can’t really be worse than the last one, eh?! 😉
I promise we’ll have Valentine’s Day every year. With a card and everything. Just not on the 14th of February. We’ll mix it up and we can celebrate (ie theme the day by) any random event from our life together we want (like our first date, or our favourite song, or that time we broke down on the M25 in a blizzard – the sky’s the limit!).
I want Valentine’s Day to be ours, body and soul, and I don’t want to compete with everyone else for its affections. It demeans us all.
I hope you like the idea. It really means a lot to me, but so do you, and I want to know what you honestly think.
Your Adoring Fraggle
PS – We should see your parents this weekend.
PPS – Have you seen my socks?