Several days ago, my husband asked me, “Do you want me to get you a card or something?” One year he asked, “You don’t want flowers, do you?” My favorite was the year we stopped for gas on Valentines Day and he came back to the car with a scratch off lottery ticket. He handed me a quarter and said, “Happy Valentines Day. Scratch this.” It was not a winner. Nor was the lottery ticket.
Chocolate covered strawberries? Champagne chilling next to the bed, candles and rose pedals all over the room? Charlie Murphy will never ever be that guy. And yet, he is the MOST ROMANTIC man in the world. It is, however, necessary to redefine the word romantic. We know how I love to define words!
Charlie is perpetually kind to me. He is loving and respectful to my parents and siblings. He treats my friends like the precious gems they are. He shows up for our three girls in significant and meaningful ways with love, humor and generosity of spirit. He wishes the best for everyone he meets. He sits with me while I talk about my obsession with birds and will wait in line at the post office to mail a box of stuffed birds to kids he’s never met. Not because we make money (we don’t) but because it’s important to me.
My husband ROCKS every day. He is the best person I know and I’m the luckiest woman to have him in my life. From the outside he looks like the least romantic man ever. From my vantage point, he makes every day valentines day.
He’s at the store now. He is picking up some items for a project I have volunteered myself for. There is never a nuts project that he doesn’t make himself 100% available to help me. He sees my dreams. He understands my weirdness and anxieties. He smiles a lot. How did I get such a great guy?
Whoops…gotta go. He just got back. I bet he got me a lottery ticket. It’s a winner for sure. Just like him!
Happy Valentines Day to everyone who reads this! I wish you as much love and pure romance as I have every day.
