Valentine’s Day comes and goes but love lingers and grows.
The rebel in me resists the pressure to love bigger and better one day of the year.
It’s not the grandiose acts of this particular day but rather, the small, daily gestures every day that communicate the wonderful and heart-warming truth that there is one person who is constantly aware of my presence and mindful of my life – today and everyday.
Emptying the dishwasher in the morning.
Filling up the window washer and the gas tanks in our cars.
Massaging my back.
Running to the store for that one item I forgot.
Shovelling the front walkway.
Putting the sheets on our duvet and getting the pillow to fit right to the corners.
Big, meaningful hugs.
Running downstairs to get me a bottle of water at night.
His wonderful sounding laugh.
Doing the laundry every week.
Holding my hand.
Sharing his day.
We are better together and this makes me smile inside and out. Not just today. Everyday.
My heart is so happy being married to Chris. His is a sincere love, in which I feel settled and secure.
So, I write about it on February 14th . . . but I feel it all year round.
Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth. 1 John 3.18