Valentine’s Day has never held a lot of importance for me. I love chocolate, but I certainly don’t need an excuse to eat it and I don’t like the “fake” chocolate that is found in most red heart-shaped boxes. I told Gary when we first started dating that if he gave me flowers, they’d better have roots! Cut flowers are dead flowers. I think balloons are one of the biggest wastes of money and energy around, but that is a post for another day. I have a personal aversion to candles. So my very smart husband bought something that he knows I love.
It’s that word “knows” that is important. And while the right gift on a special day is nice, it is still the day after the holiday that matters even more to me. Because it isn’t holiday behavior that proves how much someone loves you…it’s the day after, and all the days after that, when there are no expectations and no guidelines.
Today Gary is taking my truck to be serviced because he knows I absolutely HATE to sit at the dealership and wait for anything. He’ll work from 5am to 2pm and then sit in that waiting room for as long as it takes. I know he actually enjoys seeing the new cars and talking to the guys, so it isn’t torture for him, but I still appreciate his willingness to do something I don’t want to do. That’s love.