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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

My man, my Beloved

My man, my Beloved

Have you ever dared to venture to the store on Valentine’s Day? It’s very amusing and pathetically sad at the same time. Valentine’s Day is one day when the men vastly outnumber the women in the store. Almost every one of these men is trying to find something, anything that is red, heart-shaped, cuddly or sweet to give to the woman in his life to appease her until next Valentine’s Day. Most of them look confused, some resigned, others annoyed. Why are they there? Because society tells them they have to show their love on this day above all others. It’s pitiful actually. (Never mind that my own dear husband is at the store right now! He’s buying a router…and not in the shape of a heart.)

Fun with Daddy

Fun with Daddy

I remember from years ago in my waitressing days a threat made by the restaurant owner’s twenty-something daughter. She fumed that her “significant other” better make a good showing at Valentine’s Day or it was over…again. I asked her what she had in mind, not particularly wanting to know the answer, but not having an escape route at the time. (Life lesson, always have an escape route!) She showed me the catalog she had been carrying around with her all week. She pointed an adamant finger (can fingers be adamant? I think so!) at a rather garish piece of jewelry with a shocking price tag of $349. The poor man. I hope he ran while he still could.

My husband and I wear silver bands on the ring fingers of our left hands. We purchased them together at a small jewelry stand at a Renaissance Fair in Illinois. We never can come to a consensus on what they actually cost. I say $30 for the set. He says $20. At the time, it was a lot of money for us. We have in the past discussed getting gold rings with diamonds and other frills, but then we laugh, rub our rings on our jeans a bit to shine them up, and go on living.

ih15 On this Valentine’s Day, like almost every other, my sweetheart will probably give me a rose and a card. He doesn’t give me chocolate, because, well, chocolate and I are not good friends. (Let’s leave that subject alone.) If he did not give me a rose, would I be upset? Would I set my lips in a firm, straight line and ignore him, or would I pout and whine and say he didn’t love me. I certainly hope I wouldn’t behave that way! While there are times when my own childishness shocks me, I highly doubt that I could that easily forget how sincerely my Beloved loves me, rose or no rose.

It isn’t the rose that tells me that he loves me. It certainly isn’t some $349 piece of jewelry that I would never wear because I am fashionably challenged and can’t accessorize, and because I would almost certainly lose it first time out. It isn’t a wedding band with blinding diamonds that most likely would not survive being dropped into the garbage disposal. (Oops. Shhh.) It is never the stuff.

My sleepy boys

My sleepy boys

I know my husband loves me because when finances are tight, he works harder for our family, making sure I can always stay home with our little lambs. I know he loves me and our children because he puts the Lord first, making himself a more godly husband and father in the process. I know he loves me because when I am sick or in labor, he is there to tend to my needs no matter how cold or hungry or tired he may be. I know he loves me because my computer is constantly being fixed and upgraded when I don’t even know it needs it. I know he loves me because he compliments me in his creative fashion…and I’ve gotten very good at reading between the lines.

Sharing our joy

Sharing our joy

I know he loves me because he still hums the unfinished song he wrote for me years ago…second verse, same as the first. I know he loves me because when I am talking to him about something important and the phone rings, he doesn’t answer it. I know he loves me because he loves our children and trusts me to train and teach them. I know he loves me because when I am upset with him, he takes the time to listen and doesn’t point fingers. I know he loves me because when I need godly guidance or redirection in my own life, he provides it, even if he knows I may not respond in a loving manner. I know he loves me because he puts up with me even when I do eat chocolate. I know he loves me because he says I’m sorry. I know he loves me because he kisses me good night even if I would never know the difference because I’m already asleep…and drooling. I know he loves me because he shows me every day, not just on Valentine’s Day.

Hug from Daddy

Hug from Daddy

Every day he works for the family, cares for our needs, and puts up with our messes and moods is another day that he is saying I love you. Every time he smiles through his weariness or holds the baby when his hands are already full so that I can take a l-o-o-o-n-g hot shower, he is saying I love you. Every time he tucks in the tags on my dress, pulls that wiry gray hair out of the top of my head (the one that is two inches long sticking straight up because he keeps plucking it), or tells me my shoes don’t match, he is saying that he loves me…even though I am goofy looking. Every time he tells me I am beautiful even though I know full well that I reek of baby vomit, the dog shed all over my skirt, and my hair became immune to the smoothing effects of gravity, he is seeing me through eyes of love. Every time he has errands to run and asks me for a list to take some of my load on himself, he is cherishing me. Every time he holds me, even though we end up under a pile of little people, he is loving me. Every time he prays for me or with me or over me, he is saying he loves me.

Me in all my dorky splendor with my Beloved

Me in all my dorky splendor with my Beloved

I don’t need the Valentine rose. I don’t need a $349 piece of jewelry. I don’t even need the $15 (or was it $10) silver band. All I want for Valentine’s Day, Stephen, is you, my godly husband, my cherished friend, my Beloved.  

Thank you for being my every-day Valentine! I will always love you!

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