Valentine’s Day is over. I’m actually kind of glad that it is. Yes, I am married. I love my husband. I love being married. But Valentine’s Day can be a stressful holiday for couples with young children. This year, we took the low key approach. Our oldest was invited to a party, and we had babysitting options with our local YMCA. The time factor with baby sitting didn’t lend itself to do a whole lot on Valentine’s Day. We decided to use our time wisely by ordering our food for take out, and catching a movie at home. I actually enjoyed that more than being in a noisy restaurant and waiting in a long line.
We have a four year old who loves to follow me to the bathroom. Those precious four hours of silence was worth more than a dozen roses to me.
When my husband asked me if I would mind my flowers being delivered on Monday to my job, where I could enjoy them and not worry about the kids knocking them over and ruining them, I kindly told him not to order the flowers at all. He smiled. He said, that’s more money we can use on our food. I agreed.
If he’d asked me that same question ten years ago, even five years ago, I would have said, “Ahhh, Yes. That would be great.”
But now, I realize with him simply asking that question was an effort for him to fill my love tank. He’s not a guy to show too much PDA (Public Displays of Affection). His love language is service.
When he goes out in the freezing cold and makes sure my car is warm and the ice is scraped off of all of the windows, he gives me flowers.
When he makes sure that the boys are on top of their homework and takes them to the library on Saturdays to stay on task, he gives me flowers.
When he prays for us as a family, he gives me flowers.
When he goes to work at a God awful shift to support our family without complaint, he gives me flowers.
I am learning to receive the flowers that I get every single day. He’s not perfect, but neither am I. But we are learning and growing along the way.
So when he asked me if I wanted my flowers delivered to the office, it was easy to for me to say, “Nope. I’m good. ”