Roses are red,
Violets are blue…
Oh, who are we kidding? I’ve never been the hopeless romantic. Heck, when it comes to romance, I’m rather hopeless. No, instead I’m the comic relief in the family. Where others look for heart-throbs like, Gary Cooper, Errol Flynn, or Clark Gable, frankly my dear I don’t give a damn. Instead, with me, you get Steve Martin, Chevy Chase, and Leslie Neilsen.
How often I am told by Mrs. Kharmin that she loves me because I make her laugh, I cannot count. What I am uncertain about, however, is whether she is laughing with me or at me. Probably both; a bit more of one than the other.
During this holiday celebration, one can find the typical articles written about love found and love lost. Usually, these are followed with advice on how to keep relationships strong. We’ve never needed such as we are true partners in our marriage. It helps to be best friends, too. And through these last two decades I have found the advice that works best for me:
- What’s hers is hers and what’s mine is hers.
- “Yes, dear.”
- Never go to bed angry with each other, especially when you know the she’s always right anyway.
- Learn how to do laundry.
- Learn how to clean dishes.
- Learn how to vacuum.
- Clear all gatherings with your friends with your “social coordinator” first.
- Everyday find something, anything, to make you both laugh.
You might chuckle at a few (if not all) of the items on that list, and some of them are partly in jest. What works for us may not be what works for you — the point is, to find what does work for you and keep at it.
The final piece of advice is this: it isn’t enough to love someone; you have to be in love with someone. Without reservations. Only then will you understand how I feel on Valentine’s Day.
I love you, Mrs. Kharmin.
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