Valentine’s Day has come and gone, and here we are on February 15th. And while I have fallen incredibly behind on posting (read: work trip that sucked the life out of me for a week), I absolutely refused to post on Valentine’s Day out of principle.
Why, you might ask? Isn’t it just a stupid Hallmark holiday with no real value?
Whatever. It’s my first Valentine’s Day with the 100% positive, no-doubt-about-it last Valentine I’ll ever have, and any waking hours I had outside of work I wanted to spend with him. We made absolutely no plans, swore off gifts and yet, when I walked in the door, there were flowers waiting for me. And he knew my favorite bouquet: inexpensive, beautiful flowers that don’t break the bank but that inspire the same smile as dozens of generic roses. He knows I think expensive flowers are a waste of money but that fresh flowers in the house (of any variety) make me feel like a stupid, spoiled, silly little girl.
It’s OK – if you have to leave to vomit, I’ll wait. Seriously, go ahead, I’ll wait.
But isn’t this what loving is all about? And indeed, what Valentine’s Day SHOULD be about? It’s not about making expensive plans at a lavish restaurant and throwing cash at a few stems that will wilt in less than a week. It’s really about taking time to make the people in your life the priority they should be, and not allowing for the rest of life to get in the way.
So I got flowers from my husband. On Valentine’s Day. I also got a delicious dinner at Maya’s, a little-known place we absolutely love, where we didn’t have a wait and where the waitress cared enough to say, “You have been here before and I remember you, but I don’t know your names.” Seriously? I love this place and even if the food weren’t absolutely amazing, I would come back because the people there are fantastic.
But it is amazing. So Carina, we’ll see you again.
But most importantly, my husband knows what makes me happy. He bought me flowers to make me smile but didn’t spend enough to make me worry about the expense. He took me to a place we both are THRILLED we’ve found, because the food is only as authentic as the people who serve it. He even held back the urge to tease as I suggested we go to Frisch’s for coffee & hot fudge cake after dinner, refusing to admit we’re too young to make such a date and allowing me to indulge in a childhood favorite.
And did I mention, he got me a new puppy from the Stray Animal Adoption Program (SAAP) for my birthday? One that stole my heart the moment we walked in and has been wreaking havoc ever since the sixth?
Yeah. My husband is the greatest.
Happy Valentine’s Day.