In advance of the holiday, I wanted to send a few valentine’s to my love.
Uh oh, things are getting a little racy…
Aww! So sweet!
Seriously, though, all of these things are literally true (except that heart-knitting one…ouch!), and I thank you very much for them.
Here’s to 60 more years of love, mutual coffee foaming, dishes, and laundry (but not 60 more years of kid watching).
For all you geek lovers (and lovers of geeks) out there, I give you the best Valentine’s day poem ever: “Scientific Romance” by Tim Pratt (reprinted with permission).
The great thing about this poem is that, when you read it to that special someone, I think you’re going to know pretty quickly whether or not they’re the right one for you. Do you find zombies and space aliens and time travel romantic? ‘Cause I do!
If starship travel from our
Earth to some far
star and back again
at velocities approaching the speed
of light made you younger than me
due to the relativistic effects
of time dilation,
I’d show up on your doorstep hoping
you’d developed a thing for older men,
and I’d ask you to show me everything you
learned to pass the time
out there in the endless void
If we were the sole survivors
of a zombie apocalypse
and you were bitten and transformed
into a walking corpse
I wouldn’t even pick up my
I’d just let you take a bite
out of me, because I’d rather be
than alive alone
If I had a time machine, I’d go back
to the days of your youth
to see how you became the someone
I love so much today, and then
I’d return to the moment we first met
just so I could see my own face
when I saw your face
for the first time,
I’d probably travel to the time
when we were a young couple
and try to get a three-way
going. I never understood
why more time travelers don’t do
that sort of thing.
If the alien invaders come
and hover in stern judgment
over our cities, trying to decide
whether to invite us to the Galactic
Federation of Confederated
Galaxies or if instead
a little genocide is called for,
I think our love could be a powerful
argument for the continued preservation
of humanity in general, or at least,
of you and me
If we were captives together
in an alien zoo, I’d try to make
the best of it, cultivate a streak
waggle my eyebrows, and make jokes
about breeding in captivity.
If I became lost in
the multiverse, exploring
infinite parallel dimensions, my
only criterion for settling
down somewhere would be
whether or not I could find you:
and once I did, I’d stay there even
if it was a world ruled by giant spider-
priests, or one where killer
robots won the Civil War, or even
a world where sandwiches
were never invented, because
you’d make it the best
of all possible worlds anyway,
we could get rich
off inventing sandwiches.
If the Singularity comes
and we upload our minds into a vast
computer simulation of near-infinite
complexity and perfect resolution,
and become capable of experiencing any
fantasy, exploring worlds bound only
by our enhanced imaginations,
I’d still spend at least 10^21 processing
cycles a month just sitting
on a virtual couch with you,
watching virtual TV,
eating virtual fajitas,
holding virtual hands,
for the real thing.
Valentine’s day was more than two weeks ago, and I never got around to posting about it. On a normal year, there probably wouldn’t really be anything to post about, since Valentine’s day isn’t much of a holiday around these parts. However, this time around there was a party!
Valentine’s day fell on a Thursday this year, and Evie wasn’t going to be at school that day. She was a little disappointed about that, since they had been decorating hearts and planning for a big celebration at school, so Sara got the idea to invite a few friends over for a big party.
The morning began with a special proposal. Sara got down on one knee and proposed to her two special Valentines with some homemade, felted Valentine rings:
The kids didn’t know that we had been furiously decorating the night before after they were in bed, so they were quite surprised to see all the decorations the next day (even though they had helped make some of the decorations).
I think all of the other attendees were also a bit surprised at the amount of decorations, but I think it made it more fun that we took it seriously (perhaps a little *too* seriously?)
In any case, there were cookies to decorate, and Valentines to pass out, and everybody had a good time. At least so I heard, since I was actually at work during the festivities. To be honest, I think Sara actually had more fun than the kids, putting it all together. Perhaps we’ll do it again next year?