Monday, February 11, 2008

Confession Time!

Valentines' Day.

I have been on again, off again with my mockery of Valentines' Day. Last year, for the big day, dh and I went to Costco for lunch (romantic, I know), and then counted the number of men who were leaving with these huge bunches of roses. The percentage of men with flowers was upwards of 98%. Seriously. We sat there and kind of made fun of them. The honest truth? I was so envious of their wives/girlfriends that I could hardly see straight.

The practical side of me acknowledges that the money spent on a cut flower that will die within a week is a total waste. But I don't care! I want the stupid cut flowers anyway. I don't want a rosebush in a few months that will produce dozens of roses for years to come (though I wouldn't turn that down in general). I want the beautiful arrangement and a sweet love letter from my dh. I don't want a mushy card; my mockery of those is 100% genuine. Funny card with a sweet letter inside is great.

My dh hasn't given me flowers in years. I think the last time he did was when I was in the hospital, giving birth to #3. Now, in his defense, his idea of being romantic is remodeling a bathroom. And he does do a lot of projects around the house to make me happy. That is his way of showing love. And I am touched by these gestures of affection. They take a lot more blood, sweat, tears and sore muscles than stopping at the florist and picking up some roses. He doesn't take the easy way out. He's done enough remodeling that if he was to have applied that time and money to flowers, we would own at least two or three florist shops by this point.

I would absolutely love it if he managed to get a sitter for the kids and took me out on an actual, romantic date on valentines' day. I don't necessarily want to go to a restaurant; there's nothing romantic about a huge crowd of people. But a nice date, alone, complete with flowers and a card..... -sigh-

I doubt it'll happen though, so I will start to put on the armor of humor and mockery.


Rachel said...

Maybe we should trade. My husband is a hopeless romantic and he got stuck with me. He buys the flowers and takes me on wonderful romantic dates and truthfully I'd be thrilled with a quiet night without the kids. Sadly, I would really like new carpet for valentines day :)

Kirsten said...

I totally get that! Valentine's Day is cheesy to me, because it takes away some of the specialness. It still doesn't mean I don't want something. I don't want something that Hallmark said, I want something from HIS heart.