|Valentine's Day on the Inca Trail 17 years ago (four months pregnant with Harley)|
|At my sisters Sharon's wedding 16 years ago, Ohope Beach, NZ|
|Harley, Cy, Jackson and Tallulah ten years ago, our backyard, Oakland|
|James Bond party two years ago|
On Friday we went out to Burma Superstar for lunch, just the two of us. The topic of kids was off limit...but after 18 years together did we have anything else to talk about?
"Did you see how Teddy (the dog) yawned before we came out?"
"He's so good at that!"
"And hyper intelligent, did you see how he stretched?" Of course we had other things to talk about.
Litany of Kevin's Awesomeness: he's bested a leprechaun in a cross country race in Tahoe (remember?); for a year in London he recited the names of the Italian soccer team every night because it was the only thing that would make baby Harley less grumpy; for 11 years he's played hoops with the kids when he gets home however bad his work day; he powers up my phone and my electric car because I forget; he is always happy to look at just one more pair of beige heels and help me with the blog; he is amused when the kids roll their eyes at us - and he takes over completely at the weekend so I can lie a-bed.
He is the one at any given party talking to the person standing alone in the corner. He stays friends forever because he is kind and forgiving.
Kindness. Seldom lauded is it? Rarely viewed as precious... especially in men. The nature of Kevin's kindness is beautifully captured in these lyrics from Alternate Routes' Nothing More.
"To be humble, to be kind.
It is the giving of the peace in your mind.
We are Love
We are One
We are how we treat each other when the day is done
Tell me what it is that you see
A world that’s filled with endless possibilities?
Heroes don’t look they used to, they look like you do."
Tell me about your Valentine, friends.