The other day the Hubs asked me what many women would take as a loaded question: “what are we doing for Valentine’s Day?”
I quickly rattled off the plans: “Well, for the kidlets, I got a Lego Hero Factory Toy and a Hello Kitty dinner plate set, plus a couple of cute cards. As for us, lets just exchange cards, no gifts.” Hubs seemed a little skeptical of my answer, but after reassuring him, he believed me and seemed satisfied with my answer.
“No gifts” for Valentine’s Day? I know to some people it might be sacrilege to say that, but, honest, I’m really not totally devoid of any sense of love or romance. I mean, what girl doesn’t want flowers, candy, perfume or jewelry to celebrate the day?
Sure, I like those things and would love to be on the receiving end of any of those items, but do I need them? More importantly, do I need them from my husband on February 14 in order to demonstrate just how much he loves me?
Look, I know my Hubs loves me. I mean, this is a man who sees me at both my best and worst and he still continues to be by my side. This is a man who sees me every morning without makeup and my hair in total disarray. He has heard me burp, fart and other various bodily noises. He is the only person, other than myself, who knows exactly what is hiding beneath my Spanx! He is the man who watched so lovingly as our two kidlets came out of my body and still tells me all the time how beautiful and sexy he thinks I am. He also knows how to romance me in the little, unexpected ways– he does the laundry without asking, watches bad 70s TV shows with me, and keeps the kidlets occupied on Saturday mornings allowing me to sleep in. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
Do I expect that Hubs will abide by my “just cards” edict? Probably not, I’m sure he’ll get me some flowers under the guise that they are from the kidlets. See, just another reason why I know he loves me!