I’ve recently come to the realization that I don’t really like Valentine’s Day. I mean, I like it in theory. I like getting gifts as much as the next girl and honestly it’s kind of nice to have a day set aside for that because my hubs, as much as I love him, isn’t always great at the “traditional” romance stuff. In fact, there have been many Valentine’s Days he’s forgotten about it until late in the evening. But the flowery, poetic declarations of love I find a bit corny. And if there are diamonds involved, I don’t want to wait for the 14th, I’d like them now please 😀
In the early days of our relationship, it bothered me a bit, that he didn’t make a big production of Valentine’s Day. And then came careers and children and deadlines. And I found out what true romance was. What really made my heart skip a beat.
The texts when he’s out on an overnight job. Not to tell me anything special. Just to be playful, to talk to me. Offering to drive the gymnastics car pool (and sit at the gym for 4 hours because it’s too far away(i.e. too much gas) to drop the girls off and come home) when I have a deadline looming or just really really don’t feel like going. The gourmet dinners he cooks just because he likes to do it (and I don’t). The sink full of dishes that is all washed and drying by the time I come downstairs from tucking our kids in. The Twix bar or hot chocolate he brings home for me just because he was at the gas station and thought I’d like a treat. The sweet kiss on my forehead when he leaves for the day. Dancing with me in kitchen even though he really doesn’t like that kind of thing. Kissing me until the kids squeal and gag 😉 Holding my hand in the car while we drive, or when we’re walking down the street or into a store.
THAT’S true romance to me 🙂 And I get that every day. It’s been almost fourteen years. And he still calls me ten times a day when he’s away from the house, just to say hi. I don’t need February 14th…every day is Valentine’s Day 🙂