Another Valentine's Day...

Among the most abhorred holiday for a single girl, Valentine’s Days of long ago seemed to last a month.  I was so intent on projecting the nonchalant, “I am fine with my status, what are you looking at” vibe, when really I was focused on ending my status of alone, pronto.   Finding love and happily- ever- after seemed unfeasible.

Fast-forward to now.  I am married to my husband who came with a son and a dog.  The dog has since left earth, and the son is still here.  As with most unions, people come with stuff.  The luggage that two people bring to a relationship would make most airlines rich with the overweight fees.  Is it easy?  Nope.  Are there times that I want to keep my thumb in my mouth and not deal with my marriage?  Absolutely.

As tomorrow marks another Valentine’s Day, I am reminded how hard I work to make my marriage work. Similar to running, there are those days I find it hard to put one foot on the pavement and others when I could keep going, hills and all. While I would like to take full responsibility, I do need to give an audible shout out to my husband who allows me to have my tantrums, listens to my never-ending epiphanies on most all subjects, suffers through my cooking adventures and still manages to pull the car into our driveway each night.  I am loved.   And, I love back. 

Tomorrow I will give my husband a card that he will pretend to read, look at me and laugh and give me a kiss.  We stopped exchanging gifts several years back.  And, as I remind him on a fairly regular basis, I am his greatest gift. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!