I find it sad how bitter some people are about today. It’s a Tuesday.
Anyway, Husband and I are exchanging cards, eating tomato soup and whatever yummy dessert he brought home, and watching Law and Order.
Despite the cards, that is pretty much a regular Tuesday for us.
I’m posting the following link because I think it pinpoints exactly what rubs me the wrong way about Valentine’s Day — the harsh emphasis on how TODAY is the day to tell someone you love them, that TODAY is the day to be intimate, that TODAY is the day to do something nice for the person you love, when in fact, this should be a daily occurrence. The little things make up the romance.
I like Valentine’s Day. I wore red and told everyone Happy Valentine’s Day and ate some cookies brought into work and listened to all the love songs on the radio with a smile and gave a squee over the picture of my niece that my sister sent me.
But neither Husband nor I are bending over backwards being like, “I LOVE YOU DID YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TO TELL YOU TODAY AND SHOW YOU TODAY BECAUSE TODAY IS THE DAY TO DO THIS TODAY. TODAY.”
Instead, here’s the love: last night Husband went to bed before I did, so I came in later and got under the covers, laid with my back to Husband (who had his back facing me), and went to sleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found that Husband and I had subconsciously found our way across the empty bed and were now entwined. I felt … so much love in that moment.
Show the love … every day in little ways.