Wednesday, February 14, 2007

My Valentine…

Yes, it’s that day – so you know I’m going to get all mushy. You can’t say I didn’t warn you in advance.

This is her. This is my valentine. My beautiful bride. My wife. My Vicky.

Pretty, isn’t she?

We had company over the other night. Gail, the woman who married us, and I were sitting on the sofa and I told her I don’t know how I got so lucky. Especially with everything that has been going on, how long I’ve been out of work. Vicky has been incredible through all of this, certain that things would turn around for us, never once freaking out. Delusional? Sure, but it’s nice.

You hear guys talk about how the woman in their life has been their “support”, their “rock”. Well, Vicky is undeniably mine. Not only has she kept us afloat financially, as I scramble and fail to secure every job I can find, but she’s kept our relationship grounded, as well.

She’s a miracle.

And I still don’t know how I got so lucky.

I love her more every day and I know what a cliché that is but it’s true.

So, I’ve been thinking for a few weeks now what I could possibly get her for Valentine’s Day and have come up empty every time because it’s not easy to buy presents when you are flat broke. It was beginning to look like I’d have nothing for her – and, ironically, she would have been fine with that – when…

I was doing some chores last Friday… and I was thinking about how frustrating everything has been. I mean, we can’t refinance the house until I get a job. We want to have a child but don’t dare until I’m employed. We have all these hopes and dreams but you need money for that to happen. It seems like our tomorrow is taking its own sweet time, you know? It seems as if tomorrow won’t be here tomorrow… it won’t be here until next Thursday!

Most people don’t know this but when I started writing, it was poetry I wrote. And I wrote a lot of it. For many years. And when I was in the couple of bands I was in, I wrote songs. But something happened as I grew older and my poetic muse just faded away.

However, as the thought about tomorrow not coming until next Thursday sounded in my mind… I put down the cleanser and the sponge and knew I had my Valentine’s Day gift for Vicky.

It’s not much, honey, but it’s for you. It may not be my best poem/song ever but it’s from the heart.

I haven’t written poetry for anyone in years but you inspired this song.

No one said tomorrow wouldn’t come until next Thursday
Or said that when it came it would be my day or be your day
Putting off the million little plans
The things we never said while holding hands
And brushing far away the second chance
Leaving it for you and I to find.

And no one ever said there’d be a rainbow we could follow
But we set off to find where it could be just like tomorrow
Leaving us an endless road to drive
Leaving us nowhere we could arrive
Leaving us together you and I
Together, it’s for you and I to find.

So off around the bend we end up driving ‘til tomorrow
And who knows where or when without a map that we can borrow
Missing out on nothing else around
Grounded by the simplicated sound
I hear your voice, I know I have been found
And who knows
Just what we’ll find.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart. I love you.


Vicky said...

Isn't he just absolutely wonderful!

Jenn from WA said...

*Sniff Sniff* - That's awesome. Nice job Ken.

Now - Ken - stop saying you don't know how you got this lucky. Stop trying to figure that part out and just be ubber grateful for the thing / person that is Vicky. Someday, when you least expect it, you may realize that luck had nothing to do with it. thankfully Vicky didn't all in love with your luck. She fell in love with YOU!