I am lucky enough to be married to someone I not only love, but actually like. He is pretty much the bees knees, the dogs doodahs in my book.
Over the years, he has shamed me by persisting in this commercial shenanigans of buying me a Valentines card (shenanigans unless I decide to sell Valentines cards in the future. Then I’m just an artist trying to earn a few pennies. Don’t judge me).
I don’t need a Valentines card. I know every single day how he feels about me
even with the all the nagging. But I did begin to feel bad that I forgot (genuinely – what can I say, our love blooms all year round) to get him one in return. Now I’m much better at remembering to get him a card, and this year I got him his favourite chocolates too. He bought me gorgeous warm red roses.
And guess how we spent our Valentines? I painted the flowers whilst he cleaned the bathrooms. This almost beats the year we took time off from our jobs for our anniversary – and painted the house. Yeah, as I say, our love blooms all year round. What a keeper.