I just think there's 365 days in most years. Why should there be only one day where my hubby shows me how much he loves me and pulls his finger out and finds the half a romantic bone in his body?
I show my family how much I love them every day that dinner makes it to the table. Every day they have clean clothes and a ride to school. Nearly every day I go out of my way to buy something I know my hubby likes. Some snack or whatever I know will make him feel just that bit better about his shitty day. I do things all the time to show him how much he means to me (especially since he's worked around 16 days in a row now with no end in sight). But why is it okay for him to be pressured into buying stupid expensive roses that are just going to die in a few days anyway? And he usually stops at my workplace so then I know just how much he didn't spend on my flowers.
What would be nice is if he rocked home today with something I like. Wine? Chocolate? Dessert? A gift voucher for a new bra since the wire came out of my favourite one last week. A handwritten voucher for a day off or a sleep in? Don't get me wrong, I like that there is a day, I just wonder why there aren't more...
What do you think about Valentines day? For? Against? Not a romantic at heart?