V Day

It's not too bad this year. I'm surprised that I'm so relaxed and not thinking about stabbing couples and heart signs.

Mé srdce je v Irsku.

C'est vrai. Everyone knows it anyway...they just don't know what I just said.

I guess Luca is my valentine this year. I don't mind. Yesterday I was thinking and came to realize that he's one of the best things that ever happened to me. He has brought out that little piece of me that I always keep isolated and the loving/nurturing side of me. I have this new feeling when I see him running around through the snow or when he flops down and turns over so I'll rub his stomach etc. It's not exactly new, but it occurs more often now that I have him. I have come to the conclusion that it's a very pure love.

Love isn't always so pure and that's why it fades, but the pure kind lasts. I clean up his poop when he has an accident in the house (which hasn't happened recently!), ink stains, get up early, take him for walks when I don't want to, don't mind him licking my face, and barely notice his potent farts anymore. I don't ever feel annoyed or angry or resentful. I accept him for what he is and how he is. I have almost reached that stage with someone else in my life. The feeling is a little more sporadic though.