So, Valentine's Day to me is not like it is to most. Valentine's Day is one where I wish I didn't have social media. Let's just say that my husband, as sweet as he is, is not what I would call Romantic. If I were to put it in hyper-spiritual terms, I would say that Romanticism is not his Spiritual Gift. And, even when he tries really hard, he sometimes misses the mark. I try to forget the fake flowers and crystal figures of the early years of our marriage, and the time he made me eggs on Mother's Day just like HE likes them...over easy with garlic and soy sauce.
For years, I pouted, begged, and tried to coach my sweetie into being romantic. I even encouraged my girlfriends to drop "hints" on things that I would love to have for special days. When it comes down to it, I felt sorry for myself. I looked around and compared my husband to others. And, when I did that I stole from the value of who he is.
He's Unique.
He's Amazing.
He works from home with his door open so that the boys can come to him any time they need him.
He takes the boys to school most mornings in his pajamas.
He wakes up early to read the word and pray for his family.
He unloads the dishwasher for me everyday.
He throws the football, kicks the soccer ball, and jumps on the trampoline with the boys every afternoon.
He sweeps the floor in the kitchen after we eat.
Even though he rarely washes the van, he cleans out the wrappers and trash almost daily from the inside.
He provides a comfortable lifestyle for his family.
He supports me in everything I want to do, even when it costs money.
He's a great son, brother, and leader.
I could go on and on and on....his strengths are endless.
Thanks to my precious best friend offering to babysit, we will be going on a date tonight. I may or may not get flowers. I may or may not get chocolate from my husband. (I already bought some for myself so I'm OK in that area!) I probably won't get a thoughtful gift. But, I will get time with my beloved.
When I look at the list above, I realize that the gift he gives us is his time. And, when I focus on that, I cannot feel sorry for myself because that gift is priceless.
