Of course, I got the largest bunch of flowers with two boxes of chocolates. No note though. I admit, I was letting my expectations run away with me, and got a little teary because there was no tenderness all day, and no words with the gift. He saw me less than happy and so ...
Uh. I wish I'd read this two days ago. Wow. There's a lot of wisdom over here.
NG, this year it would make me happy if you gave me a gift from your heart. The gift I would cherish most is if you write me something that tells me why I'm special to you.
I, too, yearn for these words. As I learned the hard way this morning, I tend to pout at the unmet expectations of what I think S. should be doing, rather than exalt at the wonderful things he IS doing. Last Val Day we talked about spending it together, and I cooked, and I bought special food, and a present. He had taken me to dinner the night before (not for VD but as something planned before the theater). There was no gift from him - nothing, not even a card. I was devastated. I could NOT understand what he could be thinking. And he simply said he wasn't in the habit of giving gifts on Val Day.
Anyway, Betsey hit it right on the head when she said I was the person who forced and maintained momentum in my R, and it was I who expected him to keep stoking my fire even though I was clued in that he didn't appreciate my expectations.
I'll thowm my lot in with you guys... I'm still learning, too. Me too, me too!
