I am so incredibly anti-Valentine’s Day. Not for any previous slight or disappointment on anyone’s part, but more likely because I tend to have a generally rebellious spirit. I view it as nothing but a falsely construed attempt at sincerity by the card companies and florists and makers of all things stuffed to pad their bottom line early in the year. It frustrates me to no end.
The commercials from all of the jewelry stores and florists and card companies implying that if you truly did, in fact, love your current (because let’s face it, they’re not aiming these ads at happily married and truly committed couples living out a sacramental union to it’s fullest and most complete form. If so there would be NO quiet cabin in the woods, but a home full to the brim with both laughter and tears) beloved that you would go into debt to “prove” it with the latest jewelry design or most expensive roses. Quite frankly, if that’s what your love is dependant on it’s a very immature and empty love at best.
It’s not that I don’t like jewelry or flowers (I’m a girl after all!! Yes ma’am I would LOVE a beautiful piece of jewelry and can, in fact, truly appreciate a fragrant bouquet of flowers) it’s that I can’t figure out why so many women place their entire relationship on one day and one bouquet of flowers. Do I want a card? Yes. I do. I want to be acknowledged by the man to whom I have promised everything that is me, every breath I take, until I leave this earth. But, he could just as easily write me a heartfelt letter and make a beautiful dinner (don’t think that has a menu to it. He’s made many a beautiful frozen lasagna for me for Mother’s Day or birthday!). He could just as easily tell me. Speak the words out loud. A favorite book and a quiet afternoon, a favorite candy and affirmation of our love, that’s all that is needed.
There is something wrong with throwing so much effort into a relationship only once a year. Telling someone you love them once a year, and mostly because the TV is telling you to. Love isn’t something reserved for one day a year, it’s something that should be shown and felt and experienced often, throughout the year, and for no special reason. “I love you” should be crossing our lips daily. To our children, to our spouses, to our parents. Daily. If not, what will one day do?
There is no need to buy into the hype. No need to be showered with gifts. I am perfectly happy to be wrapped (as best as he is able, there are two of us to wrap up right now) in his loving and protecting arms and spoken to with kind and soft words that speak to why he chose me to spend the rest of his life with. I am perfectly happy to gaze at him playing legos with our children and painting a wall that desperately needed it before the baby came (ummm, yeah, nesting much?) and know that he loves me. He loves us. All the time and every day. Not because the TV told him to, not because of a date on the calendar, but because he does. Everyday.
So. If you haven’t yet heard it from anyone else, Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m off to hug a house full!