I don’t really like Valentine’s Day. Before you come after me with torches and pitchforks, let me explain. I love my husband. Love my kids. I love the idea of love. And of romance. What I don’t love is the idea of one special day a year where you’re supposed to be romantic. Romance should not be a compulsory thing. It just shouldn’t.
Here’s a great example of something that would curl my toes if Handsome Hubby brought this home to me. (No offense to people who have one of these necklaces, want one of these necklaces or bought one of these necklaces… they just aren’t for me.)
This “Open Hearts” necklace is from Kay Jewelers and actress Jane Seymour. Apparently, besides being a frontier medicine woman (which, I never ever watched, by the way) Ms. Seymour is an artist. Her “Open Hearts” collection is intended to send the message that “if your heart is open, love will always find its way in”. (Part of my heart is open and all it means is that I need to take antibiotics before I go to the dentist.)
She sincerely hopes that her design will one day become “the universal symbol of hope and love”.
Please excuse me… is it possible to laugh and throw up at the same time?
If Handsome Hubby presented me with this, here are things I might think he was trying to tell me:
- Happy Valentine’s Day! You have a big ass!
- Happy Valentine’s Day! You need corrective heart surgery!
- Happy Valentine’s Day! Grant practiced writing the letter Z and I had it encrusted with diamonds for you!
- Happy Valentine’s Day! The line at See’s Candy was too long.
- Happy Valentine’s Day! This reminds me of my testicles, so I thought you’d love it.
- Happy Valentine’s Day! I forgot to make reservations to go out.
- Happy Valentine’s Day! They were sold out of the Journey Diamond Necklaces.
- Happy Valentine’s Day! I didn’t put any thought or effort into this, and I am incapable of doing something truly romantic and therefore, need to have a national marketing campaign create my romantic gestures for me! Wear it in good health and know that whenever you see it on another woman (and you will) that you are no more special than any of the other women whose husbands phoned it in on Valentine’s Day.
I would rather have little gestures that demonstrate love 365 days a year, rather than a few grandiose gestures on Valentine’s Day and our anniversary. (Don’t get me wrong, grandiose gestures would be great, but I don’t want them to be done out of a sense of obligation.)
This? This is love.
HH is romantic and thoughtful every day, in some small way. Whether it’s tossing a towel in the dryer to warm it up so that it’s toasty when I get out of the shower, or taking my car and filling the gas tank when he sees that it’s gotten low. He recognizes that it is the little things that say “I love you” the most. (Which is cool, because he recognizes the little things I do for him as well.)
I would rather have a love note left on a post-it in the bathroom than a pre-packaged Valentine Extravaganza that some marketing department came up with. My husband tells me he loves me every day, both with his words and his deeds. It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another thing entirely to actively choose to love someone… even on the days when you aren’t feeling romantic.
Love is a choice. I’ll choose everyday romance, and appreciation of the little things every time.
I hope you’re spending Valentine’s Day exactly how you want to, and with the person you love.
(Because in the end, that’s all that matters today.)