Valentine's Day used to mean a lot to me - but not so much anymore. For one thing, we've been married 32 years and I have probably one of the most thoughtful husbands in the world. He will oftentimes go to the store for something and bring me home a treat - whether it be something like cherry tomatoes cause he knows I love them and they're not cheap and he knows I don't usually buy down and just buy them for me - or a chocolate bar - or some pretty paper and a pen - or a flower - or a favorite soda or - on and on the list goes.
He also frequently cooks (he enjoys cooking) - he rarely complains if I'm behind on the laundry or something but instead pitches in and helps out. For years he lived with me as I struggled with clinical depression that left me pretty much non-functional or low-function.
With a guy like that who treats me like this all year long - it's pretty hard to get excited about getting something one day a year. Know what I mean?
He did go out last night to get us some bread and stuff and brought me home this nice big jar of citrus salad cause I'd mentioned in the store the other day, "If you want to get me a Valentine's Day gift - get me something like that which is healthy".
A lot of guys could learn from the life my man lives...I'm truly blessed.
And no - all of his brothers are married and are not available. My son on the other hand....