Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I thought maybe you could use some inspiration as you’re writing your cards. After all, it’s hard to be romantic on demand.
And if you can’t read my handwriting:
If you want to marry me, here’s what you’ll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develop the knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk…and be still when I talk,
And — hey — where are you going?
Jon is a secret romantic, which is why he’s always so sad when I say things like, “Super, you’re brown and amazing and my best friend,” or “Super, let me give you a kiss for being so fabulous,” or “Super, you’re so chocolatey and delicious, yum yum”…but this poem makes me laugh because, really, Jon is very good at scratching backs.
(He’s still working on the chicken-dumpling stew. Or anything that doesn’t come frozen and in a cardboard box. But he’s still my Valentine.)