We Lost

Jeff and I go to a Sunday School class for old married farts. Ok, so I don't think it is called Sunday School anymore - has new terminology now - Bible fellowship - fellowship class, whatever. I'll always call it Sunday School. But I digress. Also, I think we are the only old married farts in the class. Meaning we have been married longer than 10 years (going on 17 to be more exact). Maybe there are some that have been married longer, but I don't think so.
This year for Valentine's Day, it was the girls' turn to do "something special" for the guys. The guys then would email our fearless leader and teacher and he and his wife would pick "the winner." First of all, let me go on record to say, that (1) I am impressed by the amount of ladies that went out of their way to do something special and (2) I am even more impressed that their husbands actually wrote to tell about it.
So amongst the honorable mentions were some fun ones - new bikes and new hobbies being done together - love notes for 14 days, etc. The winner, however, totally blew us away. It was days of love notes - and then a jar of 365 love notes so he would have a reason each day that she loves him - dinner dates (one with kids - one without), renewed marriage vows and - and - and - and, seriously, this entry was SIX PAGES long.
I love that folk are willing to go the extra mile. I think it is cool and admirable.
But I have to admit, that kind of effort was not in me this year (and may never be). We don't even do cards. I am afraid that I am more like the story of the old couple that had been married forever. One day the wife said to the husband, "why don't you ever tell me that you love me?" The husband replies,"Didn't I tell you that I love you on our wedding day?" She replies, "well, yes." And he tells her, "well, if anything changes, I'll let you know." I'm afraid that I am that guy, well, that guy in a chick kind of way.
But, at the end of the evening, Jeff and I are both relieved that, for the moment, we don't need 365 notes. When at the end of the day, he is the only one I really want to hang out with, it is all good. We would probably forget to read the notes anyway. We gave each other a wink at dessert, and I told him, "dang, honey, we lost." He laughed and winked back. "No", he said with a smile. "No, we didn't." Some things you can't write about on your blog.
Maybe I'll try harder next year.