Love it or hate it, it's Valentine's Day.
When I was in high school, I hated this day more than anything else. The pink and red, the cardboard cupids, the over-priced flowers...everything screamed tacky and cliched.
And then this guy showed up at my house with a dozen pink roses and a poem and his heart and all the hate I felt for the holiday evaporated.
Now, whenever I mention doing something for Valentine's and Hubster groans or rolls his eyes, I remind him that it's all his fault that I like this holiday.
Add in two small, loud, usually dirty boys. Valentine's stopped being a romantic day quite a few years ago. While we still have managed to go out as a couple a few time over the years, Valentine's Day is much like other holidays. A family affair.
Everyone gets one small gift, a token of how much they are loved.
(Although Hubster went way out of his comfort zone this year and presented me a large pink box from Victoria's Secret. And that is all you'll hear about that.)
This isn't a day spent surrounded by roses and chocolates in candle-lit restaurants.
Today is a day that I get to be home, surrounded by the people I love most.
And a day that I get to celebrate that love, the love I feel towards Hubster, Bug, and Monkey, is truly a wonderful thing.