embarrassing Valentine's Day is a holiday: it is never the right time to celebrate. Or is it too early or "now is so that we know ..:".'re there you'd like to celebrate it full of hormones and imagination and she is ready to give you a two of spades. Or you're stuck, do not want to overdo it and find out afraid to fall in love too . All to say: "No, I do not celebrate it ..." and then all to seek a bouquet of flowers (at least).
Someone pointed out to me as children constantly seek confirmation on the stability of the relationship of the parents. It 's true: they want to "feel" that if you still want good. And then away to scenes of daughters that compel parents to buy gifts for mom. Dad run to the nearest motorway services on the bypass to picking up a tube of Baci Perugina (hoping it was at least one).
To play, each time, we draw attention to Paul and mom and dad kissing. He smiles, you see that he is happy. She does it in a different way, it almost seems to enjoy a gesture (which almost made peace ???), understand, that made the peace of mind. Then he returns to his things to his game, as if nothing had happened.
This sums up what one of my greatest fears about the relationship between people and therefore also between the couple: "... really feel that the only danger is to not be able to hear anything ..." (Jovanotti , Mud ). The fear that the castle will break and fall down.
Honestly I have no solutions, no one has, of course. The "old age" is helping me cope with my fears, and to discover-sometimes-not listen to him. To eliminate them still do not talk. But perhaps this is not the issue. I remember a phrase that
Carla told me before I married (and during the wedding of our colleague). According to her in vain endeavor to find out for sure if the person you're marrying the right one. Maybe need more understanding if what you have before you a person with whom you speak, think and then pass (with) barriers. Perfection is useless. Why does not exist.
In any case, I made my "slut" shape for Valentine's Day. My wife, just right-on February 14, lost an earring, the most beautiful, what she loved and had personally chosen, the only one that really held. In short, a tragedy! sadness! etc, etc ... ..
We searched everywhere, we even went back to the kiosk in viale Umbria where a few hours before we bought a bunch of flowers for my sister (who own birthday February 14). The Indian who ran the kiosk we watched amazed as we were looking for on the asphalt at 10 pm (and with Paul in the car asleep) an unlikely silver glitter.
Nothing. Not even the shadow (!).
I found (IO!) on the stairs at home, on your return. I made him find on the nightstand beside the bed, as a surprise. He was delighted.
In practice, I bought a pair of earrings, her favorite, who he loved and had chosen with care. ... Happy Valentine's Day, etc., etc..
minimum cost, maximum return.
Voilat! (Ualà or ...?).
(PS: Tuesday Paul has 11 months!)
