I know some people aren’t Valentine’s Day fans. Too many hearts and pink and gag.
But not me.
I’ve always been a romantic so even when single, was a SUPER big fan of a holiday that celebrated LOVE.
My hubby is always good to give me some chocolates and flowers,a nd we always go out to dinner and a movie. Nothing fancy, but yeah. It’s our own.
This year, we were going out on Friday night, since my “babysitter” (aka teenage daughter) had plans for Valentine’s Day. (Which totally should be illegal by the way!)
But yours truly woke up Friday morning feeling icky.
By 10am, I was running to the bathroom and losing my breakfast. Repeat once an hour for the remaining of the day and night, and add a 101 fever ALL DAY.
It was no bueno.
Valentine’s Day came, and while I was no longer kneeling over the toilet every little bit, I was still miserable and sore from retching.
I know, great visuals here today, huh. Not very romantic.
But… my sweet hubby. HE took care of me. Bringing me Sprite, taking care of the kids without question, giving me chocolates even though he knew I couldn’t eat them yet. He kept everyone out of my room so I could rest and never murmured a word of complaint about it.
We’re going to have a make-up Valentine’s Dinner at some point in a few weeks, but for now, I realize that even though the weekend was far from romantic, it was totally filled with love. Because true love doesn’t need flowers or chocolates or jewelry or huge grand gesture.
True loves shines just as bright, maybe even BRIGHTER, during the yucky times.