Valentines Day... hmmm??

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I Love My Husband.
I love him even on the days when I cant look at him for one more second.
So tell me what is Valentines Day?
I have my belief, It is the day when you tell the ones that you love that ... You Love Them.
I tell Andy I love him everyday. Yup even more than once a day. In the middle of the night I tell him I love him. He may not hear me but I hear me.
I tell him I love You on the phone when we are about to hang up. Then there are days we hang up and I say it and then say jerk.... I may not like him at that monet but dammit I Love him.
My guy is in Arizona for business this week. He is working and he is having fun Im sure.
I miss him. I want to tell him I love him.
I love him for working for us. I love him for loving me when I am not terribly lovable. He loves our son, he loves my girls. He loves my family. He pays the bills, he makes "ends Meet" He makes me feel wanted, appreciated and valuable.

So on this Valentines day I will get a card that says something to the point about loving my husband. I will get him some kind of thoughtful gift, Our son will get him a card that says love love love you Daddy.

But when it all comes down to it, I know my middle of the night quiet Love you babe is more than any Valentines card could say. Because it is EVERYDAY I love you Andy, today and everyday.

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Tara Bennett said…
I agree whole-heartedly with this post. But I still indulge in the tradition. =)
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