Friday, February 11, 2011

My warm-fuzzy Valentine

Jacob has two adorable little girls, ages 10 and 8.  He says he thinks his life looks pretty bad, from the outside looking in.

"How so?" I asked.

"Two kids, with two different mothers," he said, making a face.  "That has to look irresponsible."

"No," I said.  "You have two daughters who you are making a good life for, and making sacrifices to see to it that they come first.  That doesn't look bad at all."

"We do what we must," he says.

"In my experience, a lot of people don't care what they 'must' do," I said.  "Especially where kids are concerned."

I've worried a little about the youngest being uncomfortable with his relationship with me. We know his oldest doesn't have a problem at all.  She's been testing my reaction to "I love you" lately.  She'll say it like, "You brought pie!  I love you!"  I hug her, kiss her on the head, and say, "I love you, too," and she seems happy.

Last week, when Jacob wasn't near, his youngest threw her arms around me and said, "I love you."  I reacted the same way with her, and she happily scampered away. Last night, I'm sitting on the couch with the youngest, playing video games.  Jacob came to sit by us, just sitting back and watching the goings on.  Youngest takes the controller (because I suck at games!) and leans against me to play.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing the top of her head.

I looked at Jacob. His jaw was slack and his eyes wide. "That's huge," he said, mouthing the words.

I gave him a puzzled look.  "It's the second time," I said.  His jaw dropped more.

"She doesn't do that," he said.  "She'll answer you, but she'll never say it first."

I was speechless.  That moment meant so much to me.  To Jacob, too. His smile was of utter joy and delight, as she cuddled closer into my lap.

I saw that smile again, later, when we saw all three of our girls, sitting in a cozy pile together on the couch, watching television.

Finances are stretched at the moment, so he asked if I'd mind not making elaborate plans for Valentine's Day. I don't mind one bit.  Valentine's is about love.  And right now, I find that cup filling nicely.  I have my Valentine, many times over.


Walker said...

Gezzz I had to go back and do ALOT of catching up.

It's about FUCKEN time you got rid of Ranger but why do you still have links to him.
Get a new storage space.
He had his chance and he screwed the pooch or his ex room mate however you want to look at it.
You can't have new beginnings with the old stinking up the new especially if this is growing into something you want.

Oh and as for deleting comments.
I only delete spam and leave ALL comments up.
If someone wants to be a monkey's ass they are only craping on their own face.
We are all different and unique.
If someone doesn't like it then it's because they wish it was them living your life and not the one they have.

If anyone wants to be that way just thank them for showing you that there are morons in this world.

Blogget Jones said...

New storage space is coming in two weeks :o) Because Ranger and I were making long-term plans, there were things we set up together. I'm untangling that. Storage is the last of it.

The comments I deleted actually had nothing to do with current posts. They were an ugly attempt to rehash an issue I wrote about in 2005 and have not mentioned again. If they'd been relevant to the current conversation, I'd leave them. But they weren't.

As always, thanks for your frankness, Walker :o)