How can one simple four-letter word resonate so deeply within our psyche? Love. We seek it, give it, take it, sing about it, write about it, cry over it. I’ve been thinking a lot about love recently, especially at this time of year. So here goes, a sentimental post for my husband, but really, I think we all need to spread love and show love, to as many people as we can.
Valentine’s Day has passed, so now the pink and red are slowly disappearing from store windows, by now the roses received on that day are starting to wilt, the ridiculously cheap chocolate is being enjoyed. I’ve never really been much into Valentine’s Day, but I do love seeing the world painted pink, and the reminder to love (not to mention the delicious Feb. 15th chocolate sales!). But I find myself thinking, that sweetness and pop of colour is just what’s needed in mid-February, when the snow and cold has dragged on, and when cabin fever and winter blues are at their apex. This is also the time of year Nick and I got engaged (February 19, to be exact). So those memories come back, the perfect day spent casually with close friends, the lovely dinner downtown in a private booth, the breathtaking skyline views at Panorama, the perfect proposal – quiet, alone in a wine cellar. The very moment he placed the sparkling ring on my finger, a mere six months before he did the same with the wedding ring. That whole day, and evening, was a grand romantic gesture.
But so often, love is found in the small moments, rather than the grand gestures. Love is how he lets me sleep in on weekend mornings, but rushes over to the bed to kiss me as soon as I wake up. Love is how he stops to pull me in close when he’s just walking by at home. Love is seeing when I’m tired, and without hesitation, asking if I want to go out for dinner, or order in. Love is putting up with me being silly (I sometimes use a baby/kitten voice, all high-pitched and squeaky). Love is making him laugh by using stuffed animals as puppets singing cheesy music. Love is when he surprises me with flowers, or chocolate, just because. I know, I’m beyond blessed to have my husband. I’m not trying to brag, I’m just so deeply grateful that God placed this amazing man in my life, and that we love each other with every fiber of our being.
Love also means dropping everything when your spouse needs you. When he went to a walk-in clinic, and was sent to the Emergency Room. On that day, love meant rushing there, and being there for him. Being encouraging and speaking health and healing over him. Bringing dinner, hugging, hand-holding, and reassuring during an 11 hour period of being told nothing. Love meant going back to the hospital for 1am treatment, and bringing out the Mama Bear Lioness in me to make sure he was taken care of. Love means being so thankful that he will be just fine. See, I grew up in a community that never even acknowledged Valentine’s Day, so Nick is the only Valentine I’ve ever had, and ever will have. He is the most important person on this planet to me, and fills my heart in ways I never even imagined possible.
So here’s to you, my forever Valentine. You changed my world forever, and made all my dreams come true. I can’t wait to dream even bigger with you, and write the best love story ever – ours.