I got up early to get the fixins for our Valentines dinner we will have on Monday.
The grocery store had the Big Tent in the parking lot, the cashier set up in the floral dept.
The men in line looked….unhappy. I felt a bit bad for them.
Like the commercialism of Christmas, Valentine’s Day seems to bash people over the head with “have to”, “supposed to”, and “you better”….
I was tempted to tell those poor souls in line for their overpriced roses, hydrangeas, and carnations that Romance doesn’t come from the store. Maybe it’s just a little bit more?
My loving man is off working at the deer lease. Yep, he’s snuggling up to deer feeders, feed pens, food plots, and deer stands. He even went to the dump. Yep! My man at the dump on Valentine’s Day. He is the epitome of the Romantic Fool.
We didn’t exchange cards. There were no trips to the jewelry store, no candy, no candle lit dinner, no overpriced flowers.
Does my man love me? You bet he does.
Do I love my man? More and more every day.
He shows me everyday how he cares about me. He adores how I care for him.
Heck, clean the bathrooms, dust the house, and vaccum….it is the balm for his weary soul. If I weed the front flower beds, he’s kissing my hands and whispering pretty love words!
On a limited time schedule, my gift to him was room to breathe. No “have to, ought to, or you better!” A kiss at the door, and flirting on the phone.
Room to do what needs to be done is the best Valentine’s Day gesture I can give him.
Romance at its best. Personal, genuine, and no strings attached.
Gifts from the heart, not from the store,
Happy Valentine’s Day!