My husband is amazing. He is my best friend, a great dad, a faithful provider, a laundry doer AND folder AND putter-away, he is responsible, funny, and a great cuddler. But I have come to realize something: if I want a romantic Valentine's Day, I'm going to have to plan it myself. Men (most of them) either don't care for gooshy romance, or only do it for their girlfriend/wife's sake. I'm not a super girly girl, or really flowery or anything like that. But a girl likes a little romance every now and again. I asked Bryan if he had planned anything for Valentine's day so I could line up my mom to watch the kids. Valentine's day is on a Monday, so I figured we'd go out over the weekend. Here it is, Wednesday, and there are no plans. No reservations made.
I realize that I shouldn't be really upset. My husband is seriously amazing. I have nothing to really complain about. But I want him to surprise me. Plan a surprise for me. He's a horrible liar, so this is next to impossible even if he were to plan something. Valentine's Day makes me sentimental. What girl isn't like that? All I'm asking for is a reproduction of our first date, the first time we said "I love you" or the night that he proposed. Make dinner for me, light a fire in the fireplace and have a picnic in front of it. Send me on a scavenger hunt to find you waiting with flowers. I don't require anything super intricate or involved (although the scavenger hunt idea is kind of involved...). I just want to be surprised. I have given you children, I bring home (some of) the bacon, and I make dinner every night. Surprise me a couple times a year, that's all I'm asking.
I love Bryan. I couldn't have picked a better man for me even if I had designed one myself. He makes me feel loved and appreciated. And really, that is good enough for me. Better than enough, actually. But the commercialization of Valentine's day has me feeling that on this particular holiday, I need more. It's not Bryan's fault. I blame it all on Hallmark.
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