Right now it’s still morning, for me. While many of you are already in the process of getting ready to go out to a romantic dinner, or special date with your significant other, in my house, I’m still waking up, and my husband is still asleep.
Valentine’s Day for us is not a big deal. We don’t celebrate it, and we never have. At least, not together. To us, it’s just another day. Not because we don’t Love each other, but because we do.
A wise man (my husband) once told me, “Love is not what you feel. It’s what you do in spite of how you feel.” He’s right. True Love is not the flowery emotion that is so commercialized. Romance is part of what Love is (or rather, can be), but Love, real Love, is work. It’s effort, it’s making the choice every day to stay with that person, no matter what. True Love takes place every day, when you put your significant other first in all things, not just the pretty, romantic ones.
For my husband and I, Valentine’s Day happens every day. Some days even include flowers or chocolate, sometimes we go out to dinner. More importantly, for us, Valentine’s Day happens when we go to work, when we clean the house, when we work as a team to make our lives better. And that’s the romance and Valentine’s Day I am most grateful for.