This is the 11th Valentines Day with my wife. The first 10 have been very standard, and very predictable. Flowers. Dinner. A card. The card is the most important thing to her, which makes sense. We eat dinner every day, and we see flowers every day. I write with my hand so infrequently now that I cramp up while doing it – how sad is that? So a card is something special. But again, if you are doing the same thing every year, it can only be so “special”.
This year, I hope, is special, because it doesn’t involve flowers. It involves potential infections.
I was trying to outdo last Mother’s Day, when I went into simulated childbirth labor for her. I wanted to find a way to tell her that she is the absolute, unquestioned, only one for me. Generally speaking, a wedding ring covers that gesture. Here’s the problem – I take it off, all the time. Not because I am a scumbag, because I have to put product in my hair (because of course I do) and I don’t want it to get all messy… and then I forget about it. It sometimes leads to some less-than-fun moments when I come home from a guys’ night out and realize I didn’t wear my ring. That doesn’t look good.
Eureka.
Why not put a tattoo of her name where my ring is supposed to be?
So that’s what I did. Enjoy the video, and make sure and stick around for her reaction!
Happy Valentines day, sweetheart! I am yours.
Forever.
For sure.
