Ah, love....Valentine's Day, the "love" holiday. No, I got no flowers. No, I got no card. No, I got no chocolates. No, I got no physical gift. Nor did I buy any of these for my Valentine, The Husband. After 38 years, we feel past that. Now don't take me wrong, if you got one or all of these items, I'm happy for you. It's just that in our house, we don't "exchange" gifts anymore.
You might ask, "Why not?" I guess when I consider that question, I realize that we enjoy using what little money we have in other ways...ways like buying groceries, shopping at Cabelas and Zulily and Amazon, and other things of that nature.
I think the bottom line, though, is that there are other "gifts" that are more important that we receive daily. The Husband is able to work at his job. I am able to do whatever it is I do that's constructive during the day. We happily sit in our pajamas watching Jeopardy, then usually promptly fall asleep because we are so tired. And we like that! We have voiced our contentment lately about that very thing.
The Husband shows me love every single day in his own way. His mama taught him to always compliment the meal he partook of. I just know that if he says it was "filling", that he didn't enjoy it as he does others and maybe not make that particular dish again but he always comments positively. And he doesn't have to. He is the guy who waited all the times I've had surgery. He's the guy that kept my temperature taken, brought me the frozen peas for icing spots, and on the nights I have been excessively busy doing what I do that is constructive during the day, he says, "Let's go get something to eat so you don't have to cook." And I say, "Ok". He's the guy that thanked me over and over again for helping care for his parents during their cancer sicknesses and deaths. He didn't have to thank me. That was one of my gifts to him because I love him. So you see, it's Valentine's Day every day here. And I like it that way.
Thirty-eight Valentine's Days is how many we have spent together. The most special was 36 years ago when we had Italian food and played Scrabble. You might ask how I remember such. Early the next morning I went into labor and our sweet baby girl was born. Yes, tomorrow is her birthday and when she came along, love multiplied many many times. She has brought such wonderful joy to our lives and we consider her one of our greatest blessings.
Of course, eventually, she met and married The Son-In-Law and we love him like a son. And you know what is next....the sweet Grandbaby. Ah....love at it's sweetest. Just look at that sweet face--hers, not The Gramma's. 😀💖 And isn't she sitting straight up like a big girl? 😍
So I guess while defining love is hard, or so I found as I tried to define to my 2's and 3's in Sunday School this past Sunday, it is as I said, "Love makes you feel really good."
With all of that said, the love my Heavenly Father is the very greatest of all. I love Him with all my heart and thank him for the L-O-V-E blessings I have.
You might ask, "Why not?" I guess when I consider that question, I realize that we enjoy using what little money we have in other ways...ways like buying groceries, shopping at Cabelas and Zulily and Amazon, and other things of that nature.
I think the bottom line, though, is that there are other "gifts" that are more important that we receive daily. The Husband is able to work at his job. I am able to do whatever it is I do that's constructive during the day. We happily sit in our pajamas watching Jeopardy, then usually promptly fall asleep because we are so tired. And we like that! We have voiced our contentment lately about that very thing.
The Husband shows me love every single day in his own way. His mama taught him to always compliment the meal he partook of. I just know that if he says it was "filling", that he didn't enjoy it as he does others and maybe not make that particular dish again but he always comments positively. And he doesn't have to. He is the guy who waited all the times I've had surgery. He's the guy that kept my temperature taken, brought me the frozen peas for icing spots, and on the nights I have been excessively busy doing what I do that is constructive during the day, he says, "Let's go get something to eat so you don't have to cook." And I say, "Ok". He's the guy that thanked me over and over again for helping care for his parents during their cancer sicknesses and deaths. He didn't have to thank me. That was one of my gifts to him because I love him. So you see, it's Valentine's Day every day here. And I like it that way.
Thirty-eight Valentine's Days is how many we have spent together. The most special was 36 years ago when we had Italian food and played Scrabble. You might ask how I remember such. Early the next morning I went into labor and our sweet baby girl was born. Yes, tomorrow is her birthday and when she came along, love multiplied many many times. She has brought such wonderful joy to our lives and we consider her one of our greatest blessings.
Of course, eventually, she met and married The Son-In-Law and we love him like a son. And you know what is next....the sweet Grandbaby. Ah....love at it's sweetest. Just look at that sweet face--hers, not The Gramma's. 😀💖 And isn't she sitting straight up like a big girl? 😍
So I guess while defining love is hard, or so I found as I tried to define to my 2's and 3's in Sunday School this past Sunday, it is as I said, "Love makes you feel really good."
With all of that said, the love my Heavenly Father is the very greatest of all. I love Him with all my heart and thank him for the L-O-V-E blessings I have.
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