Last Valentine’s Day, J and I went out on a date to ‘our’ Chinese place…the same place we had our second date. Here’s a photo of our hands reaching to each other across a restaurant table, something we haven’t done for over a year now.
I don’t know when we’ll be able to feel safe reaching toward each other across a restaurant table again, but it doesn’t really matter when that is; I still love J just as much on this Valentine’s Day as the last one. I still love him as much as the first Valentine’s Day we were together when he gave me a necklace, and we went out to a stand-up comedy show with a group of my friends where I sort of got to show it (and mostly J) off.
J’s on his way back right now from picking up curbside take-out from a restaurant for our Valentine’s Day ‘date,’ here at home with a rambunctious puppy and a sometimes snide and moody teenager, snowed under and expecting more weather in the coming week. We’ve all been together pretty constantly except for J’s mandatory trips to work and going out to pick up other curbside take-out from local restaurants we’re still hoping survive all this mess and groceries. In many ways, Valentine’s Day, this year more than ever, is ‘just another day.’
But I don’t need the restaurant food, or going out with or without friends…I don’t really even need the privacy. I just need J.
Love doesn’t need stuff or grand gestures or going out, really.
Stay safe. Honor the people you love by staying home as much as you can and continuing to mask up and take precautions and get vaccinated as soon as you can. Help someone if you can.
Happy Valentine’s Day.