Happy Valentine's Day!
The most romantic day of the year.
It's ironic that my day to blog falls today. I've hated this day my entire life. It started in Jr. High when drama club sold roses and delivered them. Red for love. Pink for like you. Yellow for friendship. And black. For dislike. I was beyond a dork. I lived in dread of getting one of those black roses. And swooned in envy at the popular girls who gathered armfuls of the coveted red roses.
Eventually, I outgrew the trauma of Jr. high.
I grew up, got married.
My husband has done the rose, candy, flower thing. He's even bought me heart-shaped rubies through the years.
But the truth is, I still hate this day. I hate the hype. The forced love.
I prefer everyday love. The man who goes two states away six months a year to work. The love he shows me by shoeing my horses, hauling loads of hay, fixing my vehicles.
He will give me a funny, not mushy, card. He's given me the same card several times. LOL Maybe roses from the grocery store. And that's okay.
Every day love trumps Hallmark mush any day of the year.