Every Day Should be Valentine's Day...

I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. Not because there’s too much pressure, or because I’m balking at a trumped up Hallmark holiday—good reasons, but mine go deeper. For me, one day where I’m supposed to show my depth of devotion and adoration for someone else with a card, chocolate, flowers, etc., almost seems like I’m making a mockery out of love. Flowers and chocolates are nice, but they’re superfluous, and I don’t know any woman who wants a giant, one hundred dollar teddy bear. Ugh. To quote Clint Black, “Love isn’t something that we HAVE, it’s something that we DO.”

 

I think it’s my unique situation that transformed my thoughts of this ‘holiday.’ With my neuromuscular disease, I’m unable to do even the smallest physical tasks by myself. And that’s where my husband comes to the rescue.

 

Every day, he helps me shower, dress, and eat. He makes my coffee. Most days more than once. When I have to use the bathroom, he takes me. He makes all the family meals, does all the family’s laundry, scoops the cat pan, and cleans the house. Every. Day. In between, he finds time to work from home and coach our son’s Bantam ice hockey team. He never complains, and he does everything with a smile and a sense of humor. We laugh through 99.9% of our day together.

 

To me, this is what love is—showing you care by your daily actions.

Derek and I share smiles and loving looks on February 14^th, but June 2^nd or October 18^th is just as special to us because we’re together.  It took us fifteen years of marriage to get here...where every day is our celebration of love, or as the calendar calls it, Valentine's Day!
 

Clint Black, It's Something That We Do
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVWFi6j6Ctk