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I'm not doing much special for Valentine's Day. I usually celebrate by buying cheap chocolate the day after. In fact, I probably won't see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lawnchair until late tonight, when I get home after KUGAR.
We're not romantic in the normal way. I don't think I've ever gotten roses from him on VD. When I get home from long trips, yes, but not now. We decided that we'll give eachother the flowers that we planted last fall. Probably leave them outside, as they'll just get eaten if we cut them and put them in a vase.
I feel so lucky to have met him. We've known each other for 9 years now. While I'm starting to feel old, I know that 9 years a good portion of my adult life. We've lived together for a total of 2 and a half years, in three different places. Our cats are getting middle aged (OK - this being lj, obligatory cat story - Grok was our most independent cat. She loves strangers over, and is the one who comes to greet them, but she isn't focused on us, not like the other three are. But a week ago, we put her between us when we went to bed, and petted her until she was purring. We did that three nights in a row. She now lurks around the bed at bedtime, and comes to sit in between us with minimal calling. Last night she laid there for an hour, even afterlawnchair went to sleep).
I don't love him because he does the house chores, though I appreciate it. I don't love him because he recycles and composts, though it is convenient. I don't love him because he's willing to drive, but it is nice. I don't love him because he smells right, though he does. I love him because he is him, a nice, sweet, smart man.
I'm a lucky girl.
lawnchair until late tonight, when I get home after KUGAR. We're not romantic in the normal way. I don't think I've ever gotten roses from him on VD. When I get home from long trips, yes, but not now. We decided that we'll give eachother the flowers that we planted last fall. Probably leave them outside, as they'll just get eaten if we cut them and put them in a vase.
I feel so lucky to have met him. We've known each other for 9 years now. While I'm starting to feel old, I know that 9 years a good portion of my adult life. We've lived together for a total of 2 and a half years, in three different places. Our cats are getting middle aged (OK - this being lj, obligatory cat story - Grok was our most independent cat. She loves strangers over, and is the one who comes to greet them, but she isn't focused on us, not like the other three are. But a week ago, we put her between us when we went to bed, and petted her until she was purring. We did that three nights in a row. She now lurks around the bed at bedtime, and comes to sit in between us with minimal calling. Last night she laid there for an hour, even after
lawnchair went to sleep). I don't love him because he does the house chores, though I appreciate it. I don't love him because he recycles and composts, though it is convenient. I don't love him because he's willing to drive, but it is nice. I don't love him because he smells right, though he does. I love him because he is him, a nice, sweet, smart man.
I'm a lucky girl.
