A lot of people are surprised that I read romance novels, maybe even more surprised that I write romance. I am not always the warm and fuzzy type. Truth is that I am a sucker for it. I used to read a romance novel a day in high school. Stories of lost lovers finding each other again always makes me cry. I love seeing old people hold hands. I love it even more when my friends find love.
I even love Valentine’s Day though intellectually I know that it is silly and commercial. Maybe it comes from all of those years that I didn’t have a Valentine, but I always insist that my husband and I celebrate it. He’s been my valentine 9 years in a row now. I can’t believe it has been so long.
We decided not to exchange presents this year. Instead we are going out to dinner to our favorite restaurant. It’s the same place we got engaged in and got married in. We go there to celebrate all of the little things in life like the end of Prohibition, the night my husband lost his job (which turned out to be the best possible thing), and when it is Wednesday. We love this place.
So instead of a gift, I decided to dedicate this post to my husband who I love more than anything in this world. He makes me smile. He makes me mad. He gets me like no one else. After we started dating, my sister-in-law told me he couldn’t be any more perfect for me if I made him up and she was right. He is the cream in my coffee. I love you, honey.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentine’s Day even if you don’t have a Valentine this year. It is always good to celebrate love – love that you already have and the love that will be yours someday.