Dear Cupid,
Hello, you adorable winged cherub! Aren’t you just the cutest? Flying around shooting love darts into people.
It’s so good to be in love, isn’t it?
Which is why you have a such a hold on people. Humans love to be in love.
However, I’m sorry to inform you that I am now disenchanted with you and your day of love.
I have come to the realization that today is just another day.
Why did I ever let this day make me feel bad for not being in love or having a Valentine or get my hopes up that you, Cupid, might pick me to shoot your arrow in to so that gorgeous man I set my sights on would fall in love with me? Why should I feel so privileged and lucky that I got some cheesy stuffed teddy bear holding a red heart on a day that told my boyfriend/husband he should buy me something so I would know how much he loves me? (Btw, it doesn’t show love. I got a huge teddy bear for Valentines Day one year and then got my heart broken 2 months later. So, yeah, it means nothing.) Why should I be upset with my husband/boyfriend when he doesn’t make me feel like a princess on this one day out of 365?
You know what I figured out? I actually don’t like to get those gifts that every Tom, Dick and Harry are buying for their girlfriends and wives. I don’t want a dozen red roses that eventually die. I don’t want to go out to dinner with the rest of America. Sitting in a crowded restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year is not my idea of fun or romance.
No, I’d much rather my husband show me love whenever he feels it. I’d much rather go out to a nice meal on a quiet Tuesday. I much rather be given a gift when my husband finds something amazing that he knows I’d love or buy me something I’ve wanted, but wouldn’t buy myself. He’s rather good at that, you see. He likes to buy me presents and spoil me for no reason.
It’s the little things too though. Like when he takes me to bed after I’ve fallen asleep on the couch at the end of the night. Or when he takes the dog out at night because it’s cold outside and he knows I hate it. Or when I find hearts made out of unconventional materials in random spots around the house. Or when I get a text in the middle of the day with a song that reminds him of me.
Yep, those are the things that show me my hubby loves me.
So you can keep your chocolates (mostly made up of ones that I take one bite out of and then put back), your red roses, your stuffed teddy’s that are sold on the side of the road, your $79 diamond pendants, and the rest of your love themed presents. ***
I’ll stick with my husband showing me love any day he chooses.
Signed…Happily Married in Florida
***this does not apply to my sweet kiddos. I love getting anything they give me whenever they want to give it! 🙂
P.S. This doesn’t mean I’m a Valentine hater. Just deprogrammed from being needy on this particular day.