This Valentine’s weekend I return to the lead-up to Valentine’s 2013. My wife was not thrilled at my heavy business and personal travel. The message was not getting through, so one night she took kitchen shears to my luggage tags. Only stubs were left except for the metal Delta tag, left with a jagged scar. She recalls with a twinkle, “You can expect massive destruction.” We went to London the following weekend.
Over the past year I was guilty of plenty more travel. I did make an effort to come back more on Fridays and Saturdays, rather than Sunday nights and Monday mornings, and reduced weekend solo trips.
I carry those stubs on all my trips as a reminder that she does not view Valentine’s as a once a year occasion.