Today is Valentine's Day, a day that's been dubbed as the most romantic day of the year. Mass amounts of roses are ordered, a ton of candy is purchased, and (in some cases) diamond rings are chosen and given in little black boxes.
Yes, it's all very romantic, but why is it restricted to one day a year?
I'm not saying that to sound greedy. It's a genuine question. Romantic gestures shouldn't be saved up and stock piled like ammo waiting to be brought out with the big guns on THE day. Don't get me wrong, I like Valentine's Day (um, boxes of chocolates abound...hello? I'm in!). I just happen to be a big fan of romance, hence the writing gig. I read romance novels. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry when the guy proposes to the girl in romantic movies. Shoot, sometimes I tear up at certain commercials of a romantic persuasion!
When we were dating, and early in our marriage, my husband would surprise me with flowers. No occasion, no reason....just a simple bouquet with an I-love-you card attached. While he may not do flowers as often the longer we're married, he will occasionally bring me one of my favorite candy bars when he's out and about. My waistline might not like it, but my heart loves it and appreciates the gesture. Because it means he was thinking about me at some point during his day, and not because it was a holiday that told him he was supposed to.
And that means more to me than any flowers given on February 14th.