You know, the thing about Valentine’s Day is that it changes.
It’s always on February 14th. But the shape it takes in a relationship changes. If you’ve been married, or in a long-term relationship, you probably know what I mean.
I have a core value that is this: If it feels forced, it’s probably not what you should be doing.
I could have gotten Michael a card and a bottle of wine. He could have rolled up to Kroger and gotten me roses and chocolate.
But – we didn’t.
And you know what? It’s totally okay. All we wanted was rest, together. And we got it. I just woke up after sleeping for 12 hours.
Life since last Summer has been one heavy challenge after another. Life has tried to tear our love apart and tear our teamwork down.
But we stand. Strong enough that all we need is a text message to mark the holiday about love. This morning, I looked back through previous Valentine’s Day posts and I love each of them. This year, we’ll celebrate five years of marriage. And already, you can see our seasons through those posts.
Our rule for Valentine’s Day is homemade gifts only. So I guess the wine and chocolate I mentioned above wouldn’t have worked anyway. When Michael asked me to marry him, he posed the question, “Will you spend the rest of your life making memories with me?”
My answer: yes.
So – this Valentine’s Day, that’s what we do. Homemade valentines. We make memories.