It's not that we make a conscious decision not to celebrate Valentine's Day, although the fact that the price of flowers, candy, and other assorted things skyrockets definitely discourages me from celebrating on that day. So when Travis texted me a day or two before V-day clarifying any expectation I might have, I just said I would be happy to have a cuddle at home on the couch.
Well guess what, even that didn't happen. His sister ended up being in town for the weekend and we went out to visit them. What was to be a short visit early in the evening didn't work out. Then when we got home at 9:30pm, when we could have watched a movie, Travis went out to work on Wyatt's car with him and I cuddled and watched a movie with Kody. I wasn't mad about this, but I wasn't exactly thrilled either.
Then the weekend got busier and busier until I finally claimed my V-day movie and cuddle Sunday night. Yes I made my husband watch a girlie Netflix movie, but I loved every minute of it. And it's sort of easy to forgive him his previous oversights, because the reality is....this guy celebrates and takes care of me almost every day.
On any given day, he gives me an reciprocated massage of some aching body part. He does late night snack/junk food runs for me either to Walmart or fast food at least weekly. He does randomly buy me things, but more often he gives me the freedom to buy myself whatever I want. He is my modern day White Knight. And we have reservations for the Chart House later this month for dinner. So I know I'm gonna be just fine, even though we suck at celebrating the day of.