Even though Valentine's Day has passed, I couldn't resist a quick post on what made mine surprisingly lovely this year. The thing is, Aaron and I, we don't really do the big day of love. Occasionally we'll get out for an early dinner but that's about it. This year the topic didn't even come up. And then, after a long frustrating day, I came home, did the whole evening routine with the kids, and turned around to find an unassuming silver bag sitting on my desk. Aaron was in the other room so I was able to read the poem sitting on top and cry in private (I'm a sucker when the boy writes me poems).
The poem was entitled, "Appropriate Footwear." You see, we have a long tradition of him making fun of me for my inappropriate footwear. Let me make it clear upfront, there is nothing wrong with my shoes. It's just that I tend to wear moccasins in the snow, sandals in the rain, no socks when temperatures are in the teens... that sort of thing. I won't spend the money to get a good pair of winter boots and he's forever making me go change out of my flip flops when I climb on the back of the motorcycle. Trust me, there have been many heated discussions on the issue.
*insert long suffering Aaronsigh here*
So when I saw the title of the poem I assumed I'd find a sturdy pair of waterproof black boots in the box. Instead I found these:
"Ruby slippers?!" I exclaimed, delighted.
"I wanted you to have a pair of shoes that would always take you home," he replied, smiling.
The poem, for those interested:
in the snow you'll find her
an impossible indian child
her thin mocassins frozen
stiff as oiled cardboard
"you will not make my feet
"you will not appropriate me"
if you forgive me
standing hotly in my boots
stubborn as a totem
i will be
your appropriate footwear