Warning: This Blog Is About To Get All Soppy*

14 Feb

*Which is so out of character, I seriously considered starting yet another blog, for my weak days.

Today is St Valentine’s Day.  The Hub and I never celebrate it.  He’s thoughtful of and caring towards me.  He gives me love notes, flowers and little gifts all year round.   You’ve heard me boast about it.  He can also be a great big jerk sometimes, but that’s marriage for you.

The Hub doesn’t believe in St Valentine’s Day.  He thinks that people shouldn’t need a special day  to show their love; they should show it all the time.

That puts me in a bit of pickle: I’m not a romantic like the Hub and my way of showing my love is not spitting in his dinner when I’m mad at him.  He doesn’t think that’s particularly in my favour.

So, I did what I always do when I’m confronted with an emotional conundrum: I wrote a poem. Enjoy, and don’t think too badly of me.

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What’s Love?

For Paul, the love of my life

 

What’s love?
It’s your hand holding the sick bowl, wiping my face.
It’s crying for someone who gave you a lifetime of grief;
because I loved her and you love me. It’s letting me hate you in
hormonal periods. It’s sitting, sweating in your undies
because I’m cold and won the fight over the central heating.
It’s playing taxi. It’s calming me on kitchen days. It’s buying
takeaways when the wallet can’t take it but soothing failed.
It’s tolerating my beliefs, so crazy to you. It’s your gift of two
beloved boys, knowing they displaced you, and not caring.
It’s golf balls at Christmas and Shakespeare at fifty.
It’s doing what I ask when you really don’t want to.
It’s putting me first.
It’s time, not money.
Sometimes, it’s money.
It’s the everyday ordinary and the occasionally sublime.
It’s blaming the world for my setbacks, when you know it’s
really me. It’s sending me to South Africa, France, Widnes.
It’s love notes in my laptop, my diary, the fridge.
It’s accepting my fat. It’s rejoicing when I’m slim.
It’s rocking a colicky baby all night then working all day.
It’s no sleep. It’s sore feet.
It’s working too hard, too long, too far away.
It’s coming home again. It’s trust. It’s not eating burgers
because there’s steak at home. It’s knowing what matters.
It’s hard times, unhappy times, tragic times.
It’s staying together.
It’s you and me, two kids and thirty years.
It’s you.
That’s love.

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That’s got to pay off at least a year’s supply of hearts written on milk bottles, hasn’t it?

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54 Responses to “Warning: This Blog Is About To Get All Soppy*”

  1. katharinetrauger February 14, 2014 at 13:32 #

    Okay. Yes. Just beautiful, Tilly. ❤ K

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  2. sharechair February 14, 2014 at 13:37 #

    Lucky Hub.

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  3. Elaine - I used to be indecisive February 14, 2014 at 13:44 #

    At least a year’s supply I would say! Lovely poem. 🙂

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  4. Al February 14, 2014 at 13:52 #

    Pretty hard for me to make one of my typical smart ass comments when you oil me up like this. Happy “I don’t recognize it either” Valentines Day to you both.

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  5. judyt54 February 14, 2014 at 14:18 #

    oh Tilly. Tears at that one. It’s so right, so lovely. So real. Thank you.

    We don’t do Valentine’s day either, for just those reasons.

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  6. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com February 14, 2014 at 14:54 #

    I’m filling up! Love is what we do.

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  7. slpmartin February 14, 2014 at 15:30 #

    Now that’s a Valentine’s poem! 🙂

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  8. Hub February 14, 2014 at 16:16 #

    I’ve got a love poem, I’ve got a love poem! Not sure how Tilly will make me pay but whatever it is, it will be worth it. Love you sweets.

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  9. Three Well Beings February 14, 2014 at 16:49 #

    I really hear a true love story in these words. It’s the constancy that holds fast no matter what else pulls away. You are the center of gravity in your family I would imagine. Your love pulls him to you. How lovely that you have the wonderful ability to put those loving thoughts into words. Happy Valentine’s Day.

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  10. laurieanichols February 14, 2014 at 16:51 #

    That was perfect, it got me choked up perfect. Lucky you, lucky Hub, lucky boys and lucky dogs. 🙂 Happy Valentine’s Day to all.

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  11. robincoyle February 14, 2014 at 16:56 #

    Yup. Sometimes it is money. Most times not. You found a keeper!

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  12. Rorybore February 14, 2014 at 17:01 #

    beautiful. real. perfect for heart day.

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  13. misswhiplash February 14, 2014 at 18:02 #

    couldn’t have put that better if I’d written it myself…possibly I would have had to add a few lines about having 4 dogs and 3 cats when you did not want any, plus me forever trying to make it 5 dogs or even 6…patience is a virtue !…and LOVE rules!

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  14. mewhoami February 14, 2014 at 18:24 #

    I think that made up for it just perfectly! That was very sweet. I was just thinking this same thing a little while ago. My husband is romantic and sweet all year round. As for me, all that lovey dovey stuff feels so foreign. Every couple years I do something that might equal romantic. It’s not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how to. In summary, I just really stink at it. We don’t celebrate Valentine’s either.

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  15. Molly B and Me February 14, 2014 at 21:35 #

    Really beautiful and beautifully real. Well done

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  16. Pseu February 14, 2014 at 22:47 #

    It was alright, I suppose.

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  17. barb19 February 15, 2014 at 01:24 #

    Love is…all of those things! Brilliant.
    We don’t celebrate Valentines either…why keep the lovin’ for just one day?

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  18. jmgoyder February 15, 2014 at 01:42 #

    “It’s the everyday ordinary and the occasionally sublime.” Wow, Tilly, the poem isn’t soppy at all – it’s so strong. It made me sit up straight and appreciate my life better – I think it was all those wonderful little details of life you put in the poem. It didn’t make me cry (which is unusual these days!) It made me grin with happiness for you and your Hubs. xxx

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  19. bluebee February 15, 2014 at 08:26 #

    Love worth fighting for.

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  20. Grannymar February 15, 2014 at 12:57 #

    True love, the bread of life, and you both have it!

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  21. anotherday2paradise February 15, 2014 at 15:55 #

    You really have a way with words, Tilly. 🙂 Wonderfully written.

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  22. SchmidleysScribbling February 15, 2014 at 18:10 #

    Wait til you’re married Fifty years. Then you’ll really feel soppy if you can remember him and he can remember you. Dianne

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  23. SidevieW February 15, 2014 at 20:47 #

    Indeed that is love. Worth many Hearts on the milk, and shared maltesers.

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  24. sanstorm February 15, 2014 at 21:18 #

    Great poem Tilly. I got as far as thinking about writing a real poem for Valentines… but hey ho, it never happened. Great stuff.

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  25. May De Jesus-Palacpac February 16, 2014 at 03:38 #

    that was beautiful. and honest, too. and beautiful. 🙂

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  26. Perfecting Motherhood February 16, 2014 at 04:32 #

    You found the love of your life and that makes you a very lucky person. Congratulations!

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  27. David J. Bauman February 16, 2014 at 04:48 #

    That was just marvelous to read. Beautiful. My hubby to be and I are pretty lovey-dovey all the time, except when I’m tired and grumpy, or when he’s tired and grumpy. So Valentin’e Day is not a huge deal to us. No flowers, a card, but no diamonds or silly stuff. Like your hub indicated, that’s not for a calendar to dictate. But I do enjoy cooking for him. I admit I am pretty good at it, and I love the praise I get for it. I am aware that without me he would need nothing but the microwave and the coffee maker, so though I worked on VDay, we chose today to feast. I can always use an excuse to feast, like maybe it’s a Tuesday. . . Again, gorgeous poem. If I were hub I’d be in tears. 🙂

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  28. benzeknees February 17, 2014 at 01:41 #

    I bet Paul got all soppy over your poem!

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  29. sarsm February 19, 2014 at 10:18 #

    You two know exactly what love is!!! 🙂 ❤
    Beautiful poem!!!

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    • sarsm February 19, 2014 at 10:19 #

      That funny 3 thing was supposed to make a heart… Why didn’t it work? Where are all the teenagers when you need them?

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  30. emmasouthlondon February 25, 2014 at 23:23 #

    May you both celebrate many more wonderful February 14ths!
    Take care of each other,
    Emma 🙂

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  31. Musings February 26, 2014 at 07:30 #

    Oh gracious! This is just so beautiful! What a treasure this is for your hubby.

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