Love isn’t easy to define. You can say it’s a feeling, or a lifestyle, or just a bunch of neurons going off in your brain. What I believed about how love should be shared has changed a lot since I was a teenager, but I still believe that what it really means is that you’re there for someone when it really matters.
I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day regardless of my relationship status, but I’m all for telling all of the people I love that I love them. When I started writing this post, I was a little stumped. I wanted to write something in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, but it felt odd. My husband knows I love him, but what would someone else want to know about it? Then I discovered Sarah & Helene’s Link-up, so I decided to make it a two-part post for you.
Why I love him
The way I love my husband is different from the way I love anyone else. We met at a get together and started dating. That didn’t last long but we ended up as friends. One night in June, I let him take me to the movies and there was a spark. All of a sudden we were engaged! It took me some time to realize how awesome he is, but I’m glad to say it happened. Now he’s my best friend, my boss and the guy who delivers my cupcakes.
I love him because he surprises me with things I like even though I hate surprises. Last year on Valentine’s Day he contacted my boss to ask for a day off. Next thing I know, I’m packing for a long weekend in Las Vegas.
I love him because of that that time we drove to Wal-Mart at night when I wanted a snack. We left with only milk and donuts. He told me that we’d have to eat them all that night. Fast forward to about 10 pm in our car, sitting by a pier. We have finished all of the donuts and milk. It was romantic, I swear.
I love him because he is my biggest fan. He motivates me when I need it and supports me when I have my own things going. He reminds me that it’s cool to be who I am, but also drops hints when I need to be a better person. He tells me to stand up for myself and helps me remember what’s important in life when I forget.
What I really want to do on Valentine’s Day
There’s not much more I want in my life than I have now. So when I think of a special day, my mind comes back to the time we normally spend. Here’s what I have in mind for today (in no particular order):
Snuggle on the couch. Watch a movie. Make tacos for dinner. Exchange cheesy cards. One year I actually made him a card that said “You are my cheese.” That’s just how we do. Gifts are great but the things that show you were really thinking of me are the best. Cupcakes are always on that list.
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Back in my high school days… When socializing happened every day and my friends introduced me to a million different types of songs or wrote their own, I was never bored with music.
Fast forward to the present, and I am extremely bored. I need music while I’m working.
A few months ago I switched from Pandora to Spotify because the former had become too repetitive. Now I find myself cursing at Spotify. Just because I liked one Selena Gomez song or one album from Daft Punk, doesn’t mean it should be played on repeat or that I like everything from those artists. Come on, Spotify, I’m very complex and so are my tastes. I don’t want to dig tunnels to the center of the Earth to find something new. That might be part of my problem, but I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Please share good music with me, friends. If it’s on a Top 40 radio station, it’s likely I’ve heard it… a few hundred times. Any genre is fine though. Give me whatever your favorites are today, or the ones you’ve been listening to forever.
I’ve basically resorted to creating my own random playlists and listening to them over and over. I’m a writer, not a DJ, don’t judge me. Here’s one of them on Spotify. Hopefully, it’ll do something for you on this freezing day.
*Title from this song, which is not on Spotify: