This is the 11th Valentine's Day that I have celebrated with Matt. Things have changed a bit since our first Valentine's Day back when I was 21 and Matt was 22, but in a good way. Take this morning for example. Our plan was for Matt to take Chase to daycare this morning so I could get to work earlier. So we all went out to the garage at the same time. I climbed into my car and Matt buckled Chase into the car seat in his car and we were about to pull out of the garage. I looked over as Matt rolled his window down and motioned for me to do the same. Chase was crying, insisting that I take him to school. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem and I'd take him. However, this morning my backseat had Chase's infant swing taking up the entire seat, covering up his car seat. (My coworkers wanted to borrow it) There was no room for Chase. Over the loud sound of Chase's unhappy "I'm-not-getting-my-way" tears, we yelled "Happy Valentine's Day" to each other and smiled. Needless to say, holidays are a little bit louder than they used to be. :)
...But still just as special. This was was the delivery that I received a few hours after getting to work. I felt very special, to say the least. Matt did well. :)
A friend of mine, Kristin, sent me this link that I had to share. http://thestir.cafemom.com/love_sex/130915/the_miracle_of_a_lasting
It really hits home about how life changes a relationship. I fell completely head-over-heels in love with Matt 12 years ago. Now, after coming home at the end of a tiring day at work, talking about bills, and other things responsibility brings about, the butterflies don't quite feel the same. But when I look at Matt later, cuddled up in bed with Chase, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, I get a different kind of fluttery feeling... And it feels really good to be part of this family that we've created.