BigRockKiller and I were babysitting the grands this weekend, while my daughter and her husband were away for the weekend. He had mentioned that he hadn't had a chance to pick up anything for V-day yet, and I glad, as I hadn't yet either.
To my surprise, he was ready on Valentine's Day morning, before we went over to the mainland. He had a lovely stuffed bear (I know, weird, but I collect them and they live on my bed), a wonderful card, and a sack full of Lindor's Truffles (my favourite!). Oh, and an empty toilet paper roll, but that's between him and I...
So he recieved nothing, as I thought we would shop that day over there. We picked up some live dungeoness crab for dinner, and headed up to the kids'.
So I wrote him a poem instead. Just for background, he works in a limestone quarry, running a loader. (Hence the BigRockKiller handle...). Actually, he's Fred Flintstone, and I have a great pic of him with his "dinosaur" if anyone wants to see it...http://s694.photobucket.com/albums/vv30 ... MG1880.jpg
And here's his poem:
A hero does not wear a cape
He wears a safety vest
A hero does not fly through the air
He digs in the earth
A hero does not fight crime
He serves his family and his community
A hero is not always strong and invulnerable
He goes on in spite of the pain and worry
A hero does not receive medals
He receives a pay check
A hero does not rescue damsels
He cares for his wife and children
A hero does not have an alter-ego
He has a moustache
A hero does not need accolades
Neither does mine,
But he’s worth every one he doesn’t get.
I love you very much.
Thanks for being my hero.