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Valentine’s thoughts

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Ahhh… Valentine’s Day. The holiday that is hated as much as it is loved.

Singles hate it. Couples enjoy it. Many find it unnecessary. Others hinge their entire month on it.

I, personally, like it. It was the day that my now husband and I said, “I love you,” the first time. (I think it was along the lines of, “Dammit, Denise, you know I love you!” hehe) And I gotta admit, I do love getting roses every year. I even got a special gift for my husband this year, and I can’t wait to give it to him when I see him next week.

I adore getting Valentine’s from my niece and nephew. And I love to find something for them. I especially love trying to find something that ISN’T chocolate or any other candy.

Valentine’s Day, to me, celebrates love in general. Romantic love is the love that gets the most focus, but I don’t think it needs to get ALL the focus. You love your family. You love your friends. You love your pets. Heck… love yourself! Celebrate it all!

I hope everyone out there had a wonderful day. I hope you all know that you are loved. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Roses

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My husband gave me roses last night.

Red, red rose

It wasn’t our anniversary. It wasn’t my birthday. He wasn’t apologizing for anything. It wasn’t an early Valentine’s Day gift.

He gave them to me, because we make a good team.

080: Love

I rode with him, via cell phone, until after 8 am, keeping him company. The hours on the road had gotten long, and the white lines became a bit monotonous. So I read him Facebook posts and news articles.

“You’re almost home,” I’d say, joking I was being his cheerleader. He couldn’t see me actually pumping my arms as I chanted to him.

I looked for truck stops for him to stop and get some coffee. Encouraged him to take breaks. Stretch his legs. Sometimes we sat in silence, just listening to each other breathe.

I wouldn’t have hung up that phone for anything. I was his co-pilot. I AM his co-pilot. We are a team. 100%.

Roses weren’t even on my mind as I drove to pick him up last night. Dinner out was, sure, but roses weren’t even on my radar. When he stepped off the bus with them in his hands, I was floored. Touched. I couldn’t stop smiling. I still can’t stop smiling when I look at them.

Red, red rose

Sometimes I think women like to get roses more to show off to other women. I have to admit I had to take a photo of my roses right away to share on Instagram and Facebook. (Well!) But I’ll be completely honest here… these were so unexpected in any way that they just meant more than normal. I don’t know how to explain it. This wasn’t about showing off. This wasn’t some pre-determined date to give or get roses. This was… thank you and just because all wrapped up in one. And that… that’s just extra special.