I was listening to the radio this morning on the way back from morning drop offs and on the radio they were having a call in poll. The poll was whether or not you prefer a “meaningful” or “extravagant” Valentine’s day. I thought about this as all the people called in to boast about their grand plans or their deeply sentimental expressions of love. And I just smiled a sad little smile for every one calling in. You see. I know my husband loves me, he tells me so every day. He goes to work and improves his career so I can do what I want to most - raise my children. He makes me laugh constantly. And best of all he thinks I can do anything. So why on the 14th day of February do I need anything extravagant or overly meaningful? I don’t, grand gestures just aren’t necessary on this Halmark holiday.
I have a husband who doesn’t really like holidays and who has even on occasion forgotten a few- or ignored them all together as the case maybe. For him I need to keep it simple. I ask for the same 2 things every year. I want a bouquet of flowers from Kroger (NO CARNATIONS!) and a box of chocolates that DON’Tcontain caramel. Simple and perfect. For me it was about getting to the essence of what made me the happiest on the holiday of LOVE. But it wasn’t always so clear cut. It took years to come to this happy resolution to Valentine’s Day expectations. The moment that turned it all around for me happened 7 short years ago.
We were living in Louisville then, Todd was with LeapFrog and I was working a paper route every day. This left us with very little time to spend together. And as Valentines Day approached I became more and more agitated knowing that he wasn’t thinking about Valentine’s day gifts and plans at all. I was determined not to mention it to him this year because it was “his job” as my husband to remember and spoil me. I had quite a chip on my shoulder that got larger and larger as the days passed.
Finally Valentine’s day arrived. I gave the girls their customary boxes of chocolate and went about waiting for a surprise I knew wasn’t coming. Valentine’s fell on a Saturday that year and so Todd was home all day to feel the full effects of my wrath. By around 2 in the afternoon I had had enough of waiting and resigned myself to vacuuming and not speaking to him. How could he have forgotten when every retailer between our house and the Atlantic ocean was decked out in pink and red?
I don’t remember now why I sent Todd out to Super America (a local gas station) that afternoon. I imagine it was to get some ice, or gas up the cars for Sunday. All I remember is that he went. And I began to cry, heartbroken, as I moved through the house with my vacuum. When I was just finishing the master bedroom (the last room to be done in the house) Todd appeared in the door way. I turned off the vacuum and he sheepishly looked at me, smiled, and said.
“I know I screwed up. And so I went to Super America and tried get you something.” And then he showed me a convenient store plastic rose he purchased while out. “But this is all they had.” And then he handed me a bottle of blue Gatorade - my favorite flavor. “And I know you like the blue kind. I am sorry. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Is this the best you can do?” I asked.
And with all the sincerity in the world he replied,”Yes. Yes it is.”
And here came the tears. Only this time they weren’t angry tears, they were tears of joy and laughter. In that moment I realized that it wasn’t the grand gestures I needed. It wasn’t extravagant amounts of money spent or poetry written. I needed to feel like a girl. Not a mom, wife, hard worker, chauffeur, cook or any other title that comes along with this job. Just a girl who has a boy - who loves her enough to bring her flowers (even plastic ones) on Valentines day.
And so from then on I got specific. Specific and simple. Conversations leading up to Valentines day now go like this.
“Remember I like white oriental lilies but if they don’t have those or those are too expensive anything that’s not a carnation will do.”
“Honey don’t forget, its tomorrow. Do you need to go to the store tonight?”
Calls at work the next day, “Its Valentines day, stop and buy me flowers on the way home.”
And sometimes he even replies, “Will you go with me to buy them?” and I say yes. Because I get to be a girl who loves a boy who doesn’t like to go anywhere with out her.












