It's funny how Valentine's Day changes.
At one point in time, it was all about who got what (and I'm talking balloons and single roses, in high school...).
In college, it was all about the jewelry. And who got a pearl?!
Then I joined the cubicle world and learned quickly that it's important to get flowers delivered AT WORK. Crucial.
Now it's so low key, you'd miss it if you didn't know where to look. It was two token gifts for the kiddos. Some agreed-upon money socked away for our spring break trip. And heart-shaped mini pizzas for supper.
Romantic? No. Lovey dovey? Absolutely.
For better or worse, we run as a pack these days. The kiddos, the Hubs, and me.
A good friend used to talk about life after the kids left the house. She said that while it was lovely, I'd better make sure that I enjoy this time too. This messy, sometimes suffocating, loud time. Tantrums and all.
And I do. I do.
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Isn't it funny how things have changed? I wouldn't trade my time at home with the kids yesterday for any fancy dinner out.
I totally agree about the evolution of Valentine's Day. My anxiety/joy regarding V-Day has diminished at the exact rate as the drama in my love life has diminished. Thank heavens.
My husband fell asleep last night at 9. Curled up with the dog. On our bed. I went in, looked at them and thought, "FOR THIS I SHAVED MY LEGS?" Then I ate my imported, 70% pure cocoa, chocolate bar all by myself.
Subspace, that sounds like the perfect Valentine's Day to me.
Val's Day hasn't be much in our house since . . . well ever. I can think of a couple of good ones in ten years . . .but just a couple. He did good this year, but I sucked it up and hinted I would love a cookie.
No shaved leg required.
Every day is Valentine's Day in our relationship. We don't wait for special days. If I see something I think D would like I buy it and give it to him. OR he says he'd like something and I say- "just buy it". Usually it's a tool or sports equipment and he needs it now, not later. He's the same way with me. It works for us. My heart bulges with love when he puts his arm around me at church or takes my hand as we walk down the street. This week he kissed me in the grocery isle in Wal-Mart. I HEART him.
Scott and I were just talking about how Valentine's Day has changed...we went out to dinner, the four of us. Was it romantic? No. Was it stress-free? No. But it was the perfect manifestation of what we are, and of the love we share. And that, I think, is what Valentine's Day is all about.
Lovely post, Omaha...
Oh the romance...honey it is time to wash my incision...again. We get small treats for the kids and we all went out to a family friendly restaurant, all in it was perfect.
My husband brought me flowers. Whoop-dee-doo. And he brought THE KIDS flowers, too. MY HEART.
Then we went to McDonalds.
Quiet day at home. Three of us. Perfect boring and perfectly perfect.
I don't want the Valentines. I want to be like both sets of my grandparents who, no matter where they walked, they held hands. I want to have to learn how to walk all over again without him by my side, should he be the first to go. THAT is what I want.
I do too!
And I don't get people that don't.
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