My husband Jody has never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day. He sees it for what it is – a commercial holiday second only to Christmas – and I have to agree. Even though I know that it’s all about consumerism – something I try my best not to get caught up in – I have to admit that this girl still likes to be pampered.
I think it was two years ago Valentine’s Day when we said we weren’t going to spend any money on each other. Yeah sure, I agreed to it, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t buy anything for him, but I secretly hoped he’d buy something for me. (Wouldn’t you?) He didn’t. I got upset and I’m pretty sure an argument ensued.
Of course I knew that he loved me and I shouldn’t need a silly holiday for him to prove it (it’s the unexpected little gestures throughout the year that really count), but because our society has built up Valentine’s day to be this special you’d-better-spend-some-good-money-on-me-and-act-all-romantic-or-else kinda day for lovers, not receiving anything other than a verbal “Happy Valentine’s Day” made me feel a little sorry for myself.
When last Valentine’s Day rolled around I knew better and didn’t get my hopes up that I would receive anything. So when he brought home some chocolates, I was pleasantly surprised. (Guess he knew better too. ;) )
This year, however, I decided if I wanted something special, I’d better do it for myself. And so, I treated myself to a shower this morning, didn’t do any laundry ALL DAY *gasp*, and pulled a casserole out of the freezer for dinner so I didn’t have to cook! If you combine that with the slobbery “kisses” I got from Julian and the unsolicited hugs and “I love you, Mommy”s from Ava, my day turned out to be sweeter than any box of chocolates could ever be. :)Stumble it!