…except that it’s Valentine’s Day
My husband and I used to go out and celebrate Valentine’s Day with the best of them. Flowers, wine, a romantic card. Some people say that when a couple has been together for a long time, they start to slack a bit on the ole’ romance. Maybe that could be said about us too, since we don’t really do anything for Valentine’s Day anymore. Instead, we try to show that we appreciate one another all of the time instead of making a grand gesture once a year. Frankly, every day would be Valentine’s Day if Craig would put his dirty dishes actually into the dishwasher instead of setting them on the counter directly above the dishwasher (come on man, it literally takes three seconds more to just put them inside – and yes, I timed it!) and although I can’t speak for my husband, I’m sure the same could be said if only I would remember to shut the kitchen cupboard doors - a bad habit I’ve been trying to break for about, oh – I don’t know…13 years now?
The truth is, I don’t need a special day to know that this man loves me. He shows me in some form all of the time with subtle things like putting gas in my car or offering to go to the grocery store because he knows how much I dislike it. Call me strange, but one of the most romantic things my husband does for me is when he tries to cheer me up. If I’m feeling discouraged or depressed, he’ll spontaneously begin performing his best impersonation of Paul Rudd dancing (no music necessary) – always when I least expect it. It never fails to make me laugh no matter how blue I am. I don’t think he’d mind me telling you this; just don’t ever ask him to do it for you, cause ladies, – that’s reserved for me and me alone
To me, Valentine’s Day is about telling everyone in my life how much they mean to me. My intention today is to honor the people I know and tell them that they are appreciated, that they are loved. If you’re reading this, that includes you.
Happy Valentine’s Day.