Happy Valentine's Day, dear reader! Today is the day of flowers, chocolate, hallmark cards, and love!
We started our day today at 6 am, when I got up for work and James got up because his internal clock won't let him sleep in. Wonderful way to start the day, yes? As I'm not a morning person, not really, but I do enjoy my job, so there's the good that outweighs the bad.
In all truth, it was more of a normal day than anything. We went grocery shopping, had dinner at a pizza place, and we pretty much went about our normal daily routines. That's just how it is in our household, though. The two of us aren't strong believers in Valentine's Day because, well, we love each other every day. I don't love him more just because it's Valentine's Day. I love him just the same, and vice versa. But, it is a day for everyone to remember that they're loved, whether in a relationship or not, and I think that's a good notion. As is the notion that not only does at least one person out there love you and appreciate you for being you, but it's a day to remember that you should love yourself and others, too. Today and every day.
What was different, though, was my husband showing up at the office with a vase of sunflowers in hand to tell me happy V-Day. That's not a usual thing and even better than people seeing how wonderful my man is, is being able to reminisce on our dating days. Back in our baby days, James would show up at my job randomly with a flower in hand, usually a sunflower. Being the good man he is, he knows I don't like red roses. An unconventional and free-spirited flower for an unconventional and free-spirited girl. Seeing him holding a whole vase made me feel like I was 18 again and gave me an absurd amount of butterflies. And seriously, I was actually unable to focus on what I was doing for a good five minutes. Charmer, he is.
Our day is over, now, with the two of us proving to be like an old married couple by tiring out before 10 in the evening. For us, I would say this was a successful and wonderful holiday.
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