Written while living in Arizona:
A friend of mine asked me what we would be doing to celebrate Valentine’s Day. She hasn’t known us for all that long, nor does she know us too well. I got to thinking about how I could explain it and decided I should try to write it down.
I want the world for Valentine’s Day. The commercials about Valentine’s gifts that you can order over the phone or online, such as a dozen roses with a vase and chocolates, warm, cozy pajamas, large oversized stuffed animals – all of these things leave me cold. Not interested. Don’t want them. I don’t want little things that are easy for someone to send at a reasonable price.
I am a high maintenance woman. I don’t care to have an hour of my lover’s time. I want the whole day. I don’t want to have to put up with mediocre service at a meal out. I want the best. I am very demanding. I want to have the table for as long as we care to linger over our meal – perhaps hours and hours. I refuse to be rushed.
I want a spectacular view – the best view according to our choice of seating, not the choice of the particular waitperson on duty. I expect a beautiful tablecloth. I want privacy. I want flowers. I want quiet background music. I have reason to think that I will get all that I desire.
I am a high maintenance woman, and thankfully, I have a husband who is not only my best friend but the most thoughtful of men regarding the way he treats and cares for me. He knows just how to cater to my exacting desires. He is willing to indulge even my fanciful whims.
Before we leave home, we will need to make some preparations, pack a bag with the requisite belongings. We will need to make one stop on our way to our special Valentine’s meal, to pick up something we want to take along, but that detour complete he will drive us to our destination.
We will park the car, and walk up the path to our favorite picnic table. We will put our beautiful tablecloth on the table, secured by colorful bird weights to help it counter the breeze. On that, we will spread out our delectable Valentine’s day feast, whose main course will likely come from Subway. Although we love our privacy, we will welcome visitors who are not too intrusive — little ground squirrels, quail, perhaps some roadrunners or other little friends. I have no doubt that we will have the soft music of the gentle breezes and perhaps a bird solo or choir. The decor and view will be nothing short of magnificent. The Rincon Mountains, Saguaro cactus, and early spring flowers.
This has been one of our favorite ways to spend our wedding anniversary. This year, however, it was a wee bit too cold, and we were not able to indulge this luxury. So this is how we will celebrate Valentine’s Day. Even the heavens are cooperating. The temperatures are supposed to be comfortable sweater weather in the mid-sixties.
This man promised to give me the world. He puts up with my extreme demands every day. Once again, he is willing to do whatever it takes to make his wife a very happy woman indeed. Despite the fact that I am high maintenance.