All of the hoopla over Valentine’s Day reminds me of why I don’t really like it. Don’t get me wrong though, I would not turn down flowers or candy…lol. A friend told me just a few days ago that I love too hard….well maybe I do, because I think that when you love someone Valentine’s Day should be everyday. Valentine’s Day is on Monday when I ask you how I can help you during the week with tasks or honey-dos. Valentine’s Day is Tuesday when I leave a love note in your briefcase. It is on Wednesday when I cook you a big weekend style breakfast before you head off to work. Valentine’s Day is Thursday when I have the shower running hot and your favorite 100% cotton T and bottoms laid out for you on the bed. Valentine’s Day is on Friday when I massage your shoulders after a hard days work. Valentine’s Day is on Saturday when we go our separate ways to run errands and visit with friends and family, but make plans for a romantic Saturday evening, just the two of us. Valentine’s Day is on Sunday when we serve the Lord in worship service together.
One day a year is not good enough to express an everyday kind of love. And, although the thought is sweet with candies and flowers, and jewelry, sometimes it is not the stuff, but rather the things are done – the things that say, I support you, I am here, I love you….