Friday, February 14, 2014
Why I didn't get flowers for Valentine's Day
WHAT!? You say? No. I didn't get flowers. I didn't get candy. Those are all items easily picked up at the market while frantically trying to get home in time for a romantic dinner before Valentine's Day goes to hell in a hand basket.
What I did get for Valentine's Day is love. And why is that enough? I've had the fake flowers and the fake candy - the items grabbed in a rush because it is what you're supposed to do. I'll take true love any day.
Hubby likes to say that everyday is Valentine's Day because we live in Valentine. We really do - Valentine, Louisiana, a little settlement along a lazy bayou. And, it is Valentine's Day everyday - except for when it's not, we all have those days.
Hubby got up bright and early to go fishing this morning. He has been so busy building a house (he's in construction) that he hasn't had the time to just relax and let his mind wander a bit. So, he loaded up the boat and went fishing. Why does it not bother me that instead of spending today with me, his wife, he is out in a boat? Because it makes me happy to know he's finally relaxing a little. That is what love is about. That is what Valentine's Day is about.
I'd rather have a Husband, who when the water lilies are in full bloom and floating by the wharf, leans precariously over the water and snags a few of the beautiful purple blooms - because he knows how much I love them rather than one that grabs a bouquet at the market at the last second. Being thought of is Valentine's Day.
I'd rather have a Husband, who when it is very cold outside, lets my two German Shepherds into the garage for a warm night's sleep because he knows how much it would mean to me (without being begged to.)
I'd rather have a Husband that takes the time during running errands and says let's stop for burgers at the Goal Post (a little drive-in) than one who takes me to a crowded restaurant just because it's February 14th.
I'd rather have a Husband who takes a look at my dirty truck (yes, I have a truck) and sneaks out to wash it to surprise me.
I'd rather have a Husband, who just this morning, grabbed a plain sheet of writing paper, and left me a beautiful note saying how much I mean to him, rather than grabbing the first acceptable card from a rack.
I'd rather have a Husband who comes and sits on the porch swing in the evenings with me, rather than watching Gilligan's Island.
Yes, it's Valentine's Day and I didn't get flowers. What I do get is Valentine's Day - every day - in Valentine, Louisiana.
Happy Valentine's Day - every day - to my Husband. Love you to the moon and back!