How do I love you?Let me count the ways~ There are two camps for Valentine’s Day; the die hard head-over-heels, love to be in love and shower the people they love with trinkets on Valentine’s Day and those who hate the very idea of Valentine’s Day. Hallmark holiday, waste of money, uncomfortable for new couples camp.
I celebrate Valentine’s Day with love letters to my husband but not because it is the one-day of the year that we show one another that we love each other. In our home, we show and tell one another that we love each other daily. Because we do; it’s free so why not say ‘I love you’.
Why do people feel the need to withhold special treatment hostage for certain days of the year. Wouldn’t we all be better off if we were all just honest with one another and gave our love freely and without restraint, every single day? That’s what Valentine’s Day is about to me, pausing to take the moment to say the words that express the feelings that you have every day. Sometimes it’s just nice to hear it said, or see it written down. Maybe it’s just because I am older, wiser and deeper than I once was.
I celebrate Valentine’s Day every year because it’s the anniversary of the date that the Big Guy was supposed to propose to me. I say supposed to because he had planned to ask me to marry him on our first Valentine’s Day together, just shy of our 5-month anniversary. Yes, I did just say 5-month anniversary. We got engaged after only dating for 4 months.
He actually proposed on January 28th, because he got nervous and blurted it out. I got nervous and responded, “I Love you!” and walked away. That was 14 years ago. We will celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary in May.
Every Valentine’s Day since, my heart beats a little faster because I know that it was the day the Big Guy had planned to propose and for some reason that makes it extra special to me.
I love that all these years later the Big Guy still gives me butterflies and the thought of him not being around still takes my breath away.
I celebrate that we can have comfortable pauses, passionate fights, hot make-up sex or just say nothing at all and still know exactly what the other one is thinking and more importantly respect the other one’s thoughts and feelings.
I love that he is my exact opposite but still gets me more than anyone else in the entire world. On Valentine’s Day, I celebrate that our love is unconditional 99.7% of the time but there’s that .3% where we know we can lose it all and that keeps us on our toes.
I love that when the whole world is pissing me off, I still love him. I love that I can be myself, with all of my crazy, bad temper, hot mess, loud, all consuming love and never feel vulnerable when I am with him. He is my partner, my best friend and truly my better half on most days.
Yesterday, he hand selected chocolates for me from the chocolatier. One for passion, one for spice, another for love, etc. A different reason for each. I was on shark week and I over reacted because there was no card. I’ve always said, for the 15 years he has known me, that all I need is a card. I want to see the feelings written down, to have the memento. I had a tearful breakdown and he realized what was wrong and how to remedy it.
This card is why we are perfect for another!
I Love you baby, every single day of my life and since you sent me the perfect card, I am sharing it with everyone! XOXO