My husband and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.
There. I said it.
I was looking at the calendar and we have been together twenty one years. Twenty one! Now, we have not been married for twenty one years but still, I think that in itself is a pretty good accomplishment. So how did we get to this point if we didn’t express our love on Valentine’s Day?
Not One Of The Crowd
For me, I have not been one to do something because it was forced on me. In most cases. In middle school all the kids wore their jeans slung down around their hips. I didn’t want to be ‘one of the crowd’ so I didn’t wear them slung so low you could see my underwear hanging out. In high school the marching band was taking a trip to Quebec, Canada. We were told to sell pizzas and candy bars to raise money to pay our way for the trip. I felt the pizza and candy bar market was going to be over saturated with the three hundred band members selling the same items so I sold home made apple pies. I had a higher profit margin and I met my goal faster than everyone else. So take THAT! Want to have my recipe for practically perfect pie crust? You can. Just read my post.
What Is Love?
Some where along the line I began to see Valentine’s Day as not a day of expressing your love for someone but you were EXPECTED to express your love on THIS day. And if you didn’t express it bigger and better than last year then, WHAT WAS WRONG WITH YOU!? I didn’t need a day on the calendar for me to show, tell or express my love for my husband.
I didn’t want him to feel like he had to go buy the $75 bouquet of flowers, take me to an over crowded restaurant and buy me something that he felt was to be this years token of love. It just didn’t feel genuine to me.
So What Do We Do?
Frankly, on February 14 we do nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But this does not mean that my husband and I are not romantic with each other. We have the rest of the year and the rest of our lives to show, tell, express, communicate and enjoy each other’s love. We make it a point to touch, kiss, text and tell each other that we love the other person every day.
When he gets home from work and after the kids have bounded through the house to get to him for hugs and welcome home kisses, he takes me in his arms and looks me in the eyes and tells me that he loves me. I so look forward to these moments in my day. I know that I am going to get a kiss when he gets home from his twelve hour day and he is going to take just a few minutes for him and me.
More Than A Day
We take a trip every March just to get away for a few days. Just him and me.
No preparing meals.
No cars to be fixed.
No laundry to be done.
Just him and me.
For a few days.
It is WONDERFUL.
But THIS YEAR we have decided to take our little venture from a few days to ten day. In France. Here is a bit about why we are going:
Romance In The Everyday
Then there are the times that we will feed the kids dinner, put them to bed and have ‘romantic evening’. I will cook our ‘date night at home’ meal of sautéed green beans, filet mignon topped with a touch of butter, and a big baguette of crusty bread. He will have brought home a bottle of red wine and will put on music that doesn’t make me want to build a snowman.
We will chew our food slowly, speak in complete sentences and not have to wipe a nose while we eat our meal. It is AWESOME!
THESE times, my friends, are why we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.
THESE are the times in our lives when we are us, on our own with out expectation of meeting a holiday quota.
THESE are the times when we know that the love we are expressing is not forced, expected, measured or with a price tag.
THESE are the times we look back as cherished memories and reminisce of the good times.