For a whole array of reasons, our family celebrated the love that my wife Emily and I share with a delightful meal of foods that start with the prefix Mc, as in McNuggets, McChicken, and McFries (of love). That’s right: we had a McValentines dinner.
One might say “you really dropped the ball there, Adam — not even a Culver’s Basket?” to which I reply with this factoid: it’s what she wanted for Valentine’s Day. Something simple, fun, and full of value. Almost everything we ate was off of the ValueMenu™, so I’d say we hit all the categories and all the arteries.
This is what happens when you’ve been married for 15+ years and the day didn’t go as you’d like. Today was a day that we didn’t plan. Or like. But, as the old saying goes, Valentines Day waits for no one. Ronald was there, his shock of red hair and predictably red shoes a welcome beacon of love, which sounds like bacon of love, which would’ve been the perfect topping on Valentine’s Day. Ba dut dat dat daaah! I’m lovin’ it.
What can I say? Well, I’d say that she’s happy, and I’ll admit that I’m posting something that would be tantamount to marital treason if it were the early 2000’s, the two of us fresh in our wedded bliss. This is the beautiful thing about matrimony and commitment: you learn more and more about what’s important and focus your energy on those unique things. You revel in them. And in each other.
Maybe next year, we’ll go royal and see if we can meet the real Burger King.
Happy McValentines to my love, my wonderful wife, my Emmy.