Hi. I'm Tracy. I'm A Hopeless Romantic

Valentine's Day is always totally disappointing.  No matter what.  I mean, I love husband Joe, and he gives great card (we've opted out of gift-giving...we do trip-giving instead), but I want a 20-piece orchestra; a tall and lanky someone in a tux to tap dance into my kitchen, sweep me into a waltz and end with a crescendo and a dramatic dip; a floor full of rose petals billowing toward a candle-lit dinner...fuck you, Hallmark!

It's what we all really want, isn't it?  We say we're happy with a quiet dinner at home or a lovely date night, or a Trivial Pursuit slugfest, but we're just kidding ourselves, right?

I admit it.  I am hopeless.  I cried at the end of Guardians of the Galaxy 2.  (Well, who didn't).  I'm always wanting more.

But in my wise old age, I'v come to realize that I don't need the be-ribboned car in the driveway, I don't need the long lost love meeting at the airport, and I don't need the impossibly large diamond ring presented to me on the precipice of a canyon wall during a magnificent sunset.  I need to stop watching so many rom-coms.  No, wait, that's not what I wanted to say!

Deep breath.  What I need is to recognize that I have it all.  I have a loving, wonderful husband who makes me laugh (and cry).  We enjoy the same things and try to do them as often as possible (that's not X-rated...get your mind out of the gutter!).  I have a cozy home that I love.  I live in a beautiful place.  I have food on the table and friends I can count on.

I really don't need Valentine's Day.  I have Every Day.

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  1. Yeah, you're doin' alright. And incidentally, I love you.

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