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Valentines after 13 years of marriage.



I remember the first three- four years after marriage we had a memorable Valentines day. He had showered me with gifts( actually not plural) and we had a really nice time. Then kids happened. And our equation changed a bit. Now I had to juggle my time between my daughter and him. Obviously, he had to suffer. Then came the second baby. And I had to a juggle a bit more. Now it was between my baby and my toddler. And naturally this time too he suffered a bit more.

It was like my life was being hijacked. I literally had forgotten when I had last dressed up and gone out with him without a bag full of diapers. Not even on Valentine's. Our cosy dinners had been replaced with chaotic ones where we were trying different food groups all churned in a mixer just so our baby would eat some. Trying to feed our baby was the most traumatic dinners for us. Initially she used to throw out everything I fed her. I was mad. Not because my baby didn't like my culinary skills but because she used to pretend she was eating and the moment I went close to her she used to throw everything on my face. That little rascal. Sweet one though. Now that naughty9 has become independent and does not need me around her all the time, the second one has become a handful. She constantly is vying for my attention and will throw a tantrum at a drop of a hat. Her meltdowns are terrifying and you dont want to get stuck in one. So you be a puppet and do as she says. My mum says it's a phase and she will come around. I just hope she comes around before the next V day. 

This valentines day I had alluded to my dearest that we have been missing the fun and should make an effort to bring that excitement back. I also hinted to a list of possible gifts he can get for me. The stage was set. This year, the day of Valentine was a normal routine day for us. And after I had packed my little munchkins to school, I asked him if he had forgotten something. He was in a hurry, getting late for his office, tying his shoe laces, not paying attention to what I was saying and so on and so forth. He said he had not forgotten anything. My anticipation heightened. I had a twinkle in my eyes until he said and I quote, " I wanted to give you a red rose dear but I am running late so will you grab the rose (pluck the rose from our mini garden ). I mean what. Really. So let me get this straight. He wanted me to pluck the rose and give it to myself. What a memorable Valentines day. Again. Life comes a full circle. Cheers!       

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