With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, I’m finding myself in a tough spot.
The spot where, while I love being romanced, my husband is not a romantic guy.
I know this. I’ve always known this. He’s sweet, but he’s never been over the top.
He proposed to me while we were getting ready for bed, for Pete’s sake. But that’s a story for another day.
This June will mark 10 years of us being together and I can’t remember one epically romantic instance initiated by him.
For him, Valentine’s Day is one of 4 times a year I hope for flowers; Valentine’s Day, our wedding anniversary, Mother’s Day, and my birthday. We rarely get each other cards, because we clearly express our feelings for each other on a daily basis. No need to waste money to write the same sentiments out. While I would love the thoughtfulness, Captain just doesn’t see the point. If I ask, he’ll take me to a nice dinner, or we might go on a date. Most of the time, though, we choose to stay in and have a nice Valentine’s Day dinner as a family.
None of it excites me. For the most part, Valentine’s Day is the same as any other day, with a lot of extra hype. I still have kids to take care of, he still has a job to go to, and there will still be fights and messes along the way to bedtime.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I would LOVE for there to be a Valentine’s Day when he goes all out and treats me with surprises and sweet sentiments. But in our 9.5 years of being together, I’ve learned that if I want something from him, I have to spell it out, and getting a gift because I told him to get it doesn’t have the same significance as being surprised with a heartfelt gesture.
It’s the difference between having hopes and having expectations. Sure, I’ll always hope to have a super romantic Valentine’s Day, but will I expect it? No.
And that’s okay.
It’s the every day I Love Yous. The hand holding during dinner, just because we want to touch. His doing the dishes because he knows I hate it. Me bringing him his coffee. The flirty pats on the butt as we pass each other in the hallway. Him knowing that I can’t fall asleep if he’s wrapped around me, me understanding that he enjoys falling asleep physically connected, and the compromises we make to ensure we both feel fulfilled.
So you can keep your fancy chocolates, your glitzy jewelry, your expensive flowers, and your glamorous nights on the town.
I’ll be happily parked on the couch with the man of my dreams, who makes sure I know I’m loved every day, indulging in our Friday family ritual of pizza and a kid movie.
And, maybe we’ll get a dessert pizza for the occasion.