So after a few days of feeling sorry for myself, today happened.
Today marks the first Valentine’s Day my husband and I have ever truly spent together. Though we’ve been together for six years this April, we’ve never had a full Valentine’s Day to ourselves. This is because Stephan used to coach high school wrestling, and every year the state tournament, without fail, always lands on Valentine’s Day weekend, with practices happening every night leading up to it. Looking back, I think there was one Valentine’s date we shared at the Melting Pot downtown one year, but I can’t be sure that wasn’t an anniversary. Who knows, I can’t remember. My point is that Valentine’s has never been a big deal to either of us. We usually give each other a card and some chocolate to mark the day and conform to heteronormative capitalistic standards, and that’s about it.
But today, Stephan has no wrestling tournament because he has a new career, a career he loves with weekends off! So the fact that Valentine’s Day happens to fall on a Saturday this year, and it’s a Saturday we’re both off, and it’s our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple, it’s like God has given us this little gift of extra lovey-dovey, ooey-gooey, “I love you more,” “No, I love you more,” box-of-chocolates, over the moon, crazy about each other madness! Normally I don’t really give a fig about this day, but today feels special. And I know not every Valentine’s Day will be this wonderful, so I want to be sure to remember this one.
We snuggled in bed for an extra-long time. He went out and got me a box of chocolates. I gave him some Jim Carrey movies he loves. We exchanged mushy cards with heartfelt sentiments written inside. We made chocolate covered strawberries together, which are chilling this very moment for enjoyment this evening, along with some champagne. We went for a walk in the brisk of this cool February afternoon with our dogs. We spent some time enjoying the company of some friends from out of town we don’t see very often who are here celebrating the day of love in Nashville. We’ve been talking about possible vacation ideas, and our future, like where we might end up with clergy appointments being made in the next few months. We’ve talked about starting our family, and growing old together. And we both know that no matter what happens, wherever we may find ourselves, we will always have each other, and that’s the greatest gift of all. I’ve never been this mushy before in my life, but I gotta say, I don’t hate it! The rest of the afternoon will be devoted to me forcing Stephan to watch mushy chick-flicks with me. Then we’ll cook a nice dinner and have our strawberries and champagne. Then, since he watched the movies with me, I’ll stay up a little later than usual with him to spend some time with our friends, because that’s how Stephan expresses his love. Through loyalty and friendship. Because we don’t just love each other! We have so much incredible love to share with all those who mean so much to us! And that’s what this day is all about. Sharing the love.
Sorry to be so over-the-top with my love cheerleading. It’s just that my heart is overwhelmed with love and warmth, and I just needed to write about it. So in honor of this day, and reminding myself to be grateful, here are the three things I’m thankful for today.
1) My marriage.
Amen and Amen. Let it be, let it be, let it be.