We both worked Saturday. His work is more physical than mine. It was Valentine’s Day. We had dinner plans to be with mom because, well, she needs a Valentine too. The day was ending and David arrived home, covered in the day’s work. Tired and worn. I run up the stairs, expecting a small reminder of the “Love Day” that is so celebrated. Each step, I envision him waiting for me with words, Will you be my Valentine? Top level reached, I behold him. There he was. With arms empty. He didn’t acknowledge Valentine’s Day.
My heart sank in the nothingness. I pretend that it didn’t matter, but for some strange reason it did. We celebrate our love daily, so why is this silly holiday all of a sudden so important to me? I have told single friends that Valentine’s Day is ridiculous, and not to get caught up in it. But there I was, getting caught up. And to all of you who are without a Valentine, I apologize for my flippant comments of past. This ridiculous holiday does leave the heart empty. I acknowledge that.
A call came from a client which forced me to show one last house before our dinner date with mom. Walking out the door, I tossed him my disappointment. “I was going to give you a Valentine’s Day back rub tonight, but since I didn’t get flowers, I’m reconsidering.” I left. The words wrenched my heart the moment they sputtered in the air. Why did I feel the need to receive his love on this day?
I arrived at mom’s to receive a big hug. Turning, she presented flowers, and a card addressed to me. “You received a flower delivery today.”
“No, mom, those are for you. I know David ordered you flowers earlier this week. They are yours.”
“No, I received these from David.” She held up a separate bouquet. “These are definitely yours. Oh, and the heart shaped candy box came with the flowers.”
I stood there staring. Slowly, I opened the card which read: You amaze me daily. I love you. Davey.
Suddenly, I felt whole again. I felt foolish needing such reinforcement when I am loved on each day. He arrived and all I could do was greet him with big embrace. He smiled knowing he had won, again.
“Good love keeps you guessing, and never goes through the motions.”
I was silent. He continually wins my heart.
I knew that an extra long back rub was in his future. I hate eating crow!