Valentines Day makes me want to puke. I hate it. I don't understand why we have allowed ourselves to be sucked into such consumerism as this. I mean cards, candy, roses, (which are priced double for this special day) just to tell someone you love them? Sounds like you're telling them "Hey, here's a card that says a bunch of mushy crap so I don't have to say it with some candy that you'll eat then complain that your butt's to big with some overpriced flowers that are going to die soon. Happy Valentines Day."
No thanks.
My hatred for this day didn't start with some romance gone wrong in high school either. I've always been this special kind of girl. In fact I had a weak moment many years ago and dated a guy (boy?) who was this gross romantic type. I just threw up a little in my mouth. It didn't end well for him. Well, actually it probably did since he didn't end up with this gem. He's probably happily married to a sweet girl who likes that kind of crap. At least that's what I tell my self when I think back to our last conversation that ended with tears. His, not mine.
Romance altogether is just so overrated. At least romance in our society. I can't even watch a romance movie without laughing hysterically when the plot turns and someones heart gets broken. And then groaning loudly when the predictable end comes and the two love birds are reunited and live happily ever after. (Roll eyes here.) Come on! Murder-suicide? Shake it up a little! Pretty sure my friends who dragged me to see Titanic didn't think it was funny when I giggled at Leo gasping for his last breath. Maybe there's something wrong with me. They sat through Evita for me. Yes, I know that was kind of a romance but that's OK because it was Madonna and she died.
Matthew and I have never done Valentines Day. We've always done everyday. I don't want someone to tell me on February 14th that they love me. I want them to show me every day that they love me. I don't want someone who's capable of picking out the perfect card, I want someone who is going to hold my hand when our daughter is in open heart surgery with her ribcage wide open while her next breath relies on the heart and lung machine. I want someone who believes in me and loves me even when my ideas are crazy and completely irrational. I want someone who will do everything in his power to provide for his family knowing there are huge medical bills coming our way, even though he misses out on "fun" stuff and people think he's only working because of greed.
Today we will not be exchanging gifts. We wont go out to dinner. We wont do anything special for Valentines Day. We don't need to. Matthew shows me he loves me every day he gets up and goes to work and I sit at home in my pajamas til noon and home school the kids. Don't judge me. I can't imagine my life without him.
I don't need one day marked by hearts and roses. I have every day of my life to celebrate his love for me. If you like all the romance stuff that's super. As for me and my husband, we will continue to love each other the way it has worked for almost 12 years of marriage. (Take that people who said we were too young!) I will do what I can to make his life a little easier at home and he will surprise me by framing my signed Family Force 5 and Needtobreathe posters. And we will take our marriage vows seriously and show our children that true love is sticking together when all odds are against you.
Well wrote my friend :-) I laughed through the first part because it was just SO YOU but when I got to the 5th paragraph I was sniffing back tears. Maybe you say you aren't romantic but that was real life romantic or something - cause I felt it.
ReplyDeleteAnyhoo- I am enjoying my single rose Craig snuck through the back door and even our matchy shirts (that is still so weird he done that, sweet but weird) -- but your right... it is an everyday kind of love for us more then any of that. Not presents and gifts...