My Valentine

I screwed up.

I forgot to make dinner reservations.

Though my wife celebrates all of the chocolate holidays—Easter, Hallowe'en, Christmas, and Valentine's Day—we never really make a big deal about the holiday of love.

So, when we talked about dinner plans and she reminded me that we had a gift certificate for an Ottawa restaurant, I said that I'd make us reservations for tonight.

And then I promptly forgot.

On Monday, as we drove into work together, I was asked if I made reservations. That's when I remembered that I had forgotten. I said I'd call when I got to my office. But then I forgot until she called later that morning to remind me. And so I called as soon as she and I hung up.

Of course, the restaurant was booked solid. They could take us at 3. Or at 10.

Too early and too late.

And so, I screwed up.

But I do say this to my dear wife. I may forget some things, but I never forget the most important things in life. Like you, and our life together with our wonderful girls.

I screwed up this week and I'll screw up again.

But I love you.



Happy Valentine's Day.

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