It’s valentine’s Day, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be grumpy yet. Usually, something happens to make one of us get busy or distracted, so we end up not really doing much. LOL, every year, I tell myself not to get worked up if we don’t do anything, or if I have to plan out all the details myself. (I am quite awesome at planning, though, and can be very creative when coming up with romantic ways to be together) 🙂
This morning, my husband greeted me in the kitchen, with a big hug and, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
It was nice to snuggle in his arms and have him all to myself for a few minutes.
He then turned our bodies, so we were shifted away from the counter.
“What are you—“
He bent me over slightly at the waist, and smacked the back of my black, yoga pants.
(Okay, my yoga pants don’t say “Spank Me” on the back, but they do say “Spank me” subliminally. I should wear them more often. 😉
Three more crisp, hard swats warmed me up faster than any “Happy Valentine’s Day” could have done.
“Thank you,” I purred up into his arms.
Our youngest child yelled down the stairs, “Mommy, is that you calling for us?”
(I had lost my voice for a week and a half, and had to resort to clapping for the kids, when I wanted their attention. :))
“No, kiddo,” My husband chuckled, and bent me over again, just a tad, and smacked my backside again. “That’s just me making my own noise. If mommy wanted you, it would sound like this.” He smacked the palms of his hands together, creating a loud, clapping sound.
He called up to them and showed them the difference between the thuddy sound that he made, followed by the clapping sound that mom made, a few more times.
I giggled quietly into his chest, as he finished his explanations.
“Okay,” both kids called down, and returned to their game.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I snuggled into my husband and promised to thank him more appropriately, later.
I still don’t know if we are going to do anything tonight, but I guess I won’t be grumpy. He’s already given me a pretty good gift.
The gift of play.