My husband asked me if we are doing anything for Valentine’s Day this year, and he said, “Are you going to say no, and then buy me a present anyway?” I laughed, because that is exactly what I did last year. And the year before. And probably the one before that.
For the most part, I think Valentine’s Day is a silly holiday, but I’m really looking forward to it this year. We are planning a special date night, nothing over the top, just something fun, some time just for us. Our weekends never seem like enough time together, so we decided to just spend as much of that day together as possible.
And yes, I bought him gifts (shhhhhh!) They’re hidden in the back of our closet. My husband is always so focused on the kids, or me, worrying about if we are happy. I know he talks himself out of getting things for himself pretty regularly, or if he does buy himself something, he says later that he shouldn’t have, and then doesn’t enjoy it like he should. But he won’t hesitate to buy things for his daughter’s dorm room, for example, or a necklace he thinks I will like. So I want to treat him. Indulge him. Spoil him.
I can’t imagine my life without him. I feel like we have always been together, and I mean that in a good way, like we just fit together seamlessly and complement each other. I don’t like phrases like “he completes me” or “my other half”, because one of the reasons we get along so well is that we are so independent, able to stand on our own two feet if we need to. We are definitely individuals. Life is much better together, though, and I am grateful that I found him and get to share life with him.
Sweat & Sparkle 