Peace

The other day I was in the sauna at the gym with two guys about 21. One of the guys was telling his buddy how he was super psyched for Valentines Day. He was going to drape rose petals all the way up the staircase to their bed, and have his buddy light 50 candles for her while they were out at dinner (one of the most expensive ones in town, he had to emphasize). As he went on about how beautiful the 2 page love letter was he wrote his girlfriend, I felt happy inside. It is so nice to not need everything to be over the top anymore. I don't need Tom to drape rose petals all over the bed to feel loved. (Although I still want him to come running down the steps like Colin Firth did in Bridget Jones Diary and tell me he loves me just the way I am). I don't miss the days when I thought rose petals, and love letters equated "real love". Don't get me wrong...I thought it was incredibly sweet that he was going to such an effort for his girlfriend, but I realize life is full of stages. I'm past that...I'm not past other things, but I am past over the top romantic gestures that don't really fill me up inside. I love the way Tom dances with Marielle to Queen, I love the way he stays up late to pick up some toys when I'm totally exhausted from watching Caleb and Marielle all day and most of all I love the way I am at peace with my own self.