What do I expect from DH from the standard Valentine’s Day checklist?
Chocolates? Probably not.
Flowers? Probably not.
Dinner? Just like any other night.
Dancing? Regular class.
A schmaltzy card? Probably.
Chocolates: DH is a chocoholic, but I’m not. We’re still working on the box his father gave me for Christmas. DH will take one only when I remember they’re there and I offer to share, so a box lasts a long time. I don’t care much for other candy either, but it’s our tradition to have little hard candies to suck on at the ballet (reduces coughing), and DH made sure to have some last Friday for the first performance of the season.
Flowers: We’re not home often enough for me to really appreciate them. When we have them in the house, sometimes I forget they’re there and they wilt into a pile of neglected petals before I notice and clean them up. But we have plenty of living green stuff right outside our windows. We live in a Mediterranean climate so we never really lose our view. Even now when the deciduous trees are bare, we still have bushes and vines. We’ve put a lot of work into our yard. DH is in charge of the portion we set aside for annuals, and I’d rather have that than store-bought flowers any day.
Dinner: Either we’ll go out, or DH will cook. Either way I’m always off the hook. On Valentine’s Day this year, though, we’ll have to make it quick because of ….
Dancing: Let’s see, it’s Wednesday, so … yes, we have dance class. But even though some of the other leads in the class are much “better” than he is, I’m always happy to rotate back to DH.
A schmaltzy card: I don’t get sentimental over cards, and I don’t miss it if it’s not there. What matters is that DH tells me he loves me at least once a day.
What have I done to deserve this? I haven’t a clue, but DH is happy if I occasionally let him know I appreciate his efforts. It’s a good deal for me, so I’m willing to sign up for another 30 years.