For My Husband on Valentine’s Day

Unfortunately, the husband and I had to spend Valentine’s Day apart this year. Nevertheless, he still managed to spoil me from afar with chocolates and TWO bouquets. And knowing his Texas girl is a fanatic for her home state, he even managed to track down a Lone-Star Living bouquet:

True to disorganized form, I wasn’t as good at getting a timely gift into his hands. But for my husband, I offer this Sara Groves song (one of my favorites):

Baby can you help me get undone
The party is over and their hearts were won
There’s a zipper in the back
But I can’t reach it on my own
And I am dying to get out of this so

Baby will you help me get undone

I don’t even remember how I got this on
I started out pretending
Now I don’t recognize myself
And I could use a little help

You have no pretenses
All your walls are fences I can see right through
You have no two faces
You know where our place is and that’s why I need you
Oh baby

Baby will you help me get undone
I don’t even remember how I got this on
I started out pretending
Now I don’t recognize myself
And I could use a little help

Cause I started out pretending
Now I don’t recognize myself
And I could use a little help
Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby
Will you help me get undone

As a writer/artist, I spend a lot of time trying to “make it” in highly-competitive artistic markets. I’m constantly striving to be more creative, more talented, more distinct, more market-savvy. More everything. It can be exhausting. Grueling. Discouraging. And it’s sooooo easy to lose myself in the emotional ups and downs, in the pull of self-doubt and ambition and drive.

But my husband is always that still, quiet voice whispering that he loves me. Not for who I am, or what I’ve done. But for myself.

That’s not to say he doesn’t support me in every single dream. He’s read every revision of my novel. Helped me think through every plot point. Analyzed every painting’s minutest detail with me. Soothed every doubt about my abilities.

But at the end of it all, he’s also the one helping me get “undone.” Reminding me to peel off all those layers of drive and creative outpouring and just breathe.

For such a gift, there aren’t words enough to say “thank you.”

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