Each Friday, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be sharing a blog post from the past. These will be posts from other places that I have retained the rights once again, or from this blog. I hope you enjoy these entries. I know they are ones that have made me smile.
This post originally was posted February 2, 2015.
Ever since I was a little girl, Valentine’s Day has been one of my very favorite holidays to celebrate. I loved exchanging valentines with my classmates. I loved making valentines with my family each year. The cheesier the valentine, the better. I loved cutting out the construction paper, pasting on lace paper doilies and putting bee stickers on them to say, Bee Mine!
Every year, we would make heart shaped sugar cookies to share with our classes at school. I loved rolling out the dough and cutting out the heart shapes and then frosting and decorating the cookies once they were cooled. My mom often made a heart shaped chocolate cake that she frosted with pink butter cream icing and then sprinkled with coconut. It was a tradition that we all looked forward to every year.
I remember one year where we actually did an old fashioned box social for our dinner. We decorated boxes and carefully packed in a yummy chicken dinner to enjoy as a picnic in our living room. We even spread out tablecloths and all sat on the floor. Mom and Dad then chose the box they liked the best and the child who decorated that box was their date for the night. (That was when there were only 2 of us kids.) It was a super fun time and I still have that great memory all these years later.
The point I am making is that my parents always made Valentine’s Day a big deal. They wanted to make sure that we knew we were loved, not only on this day, but every day. I have tried to carry on this tradition in my own family over the years. We always have a special dinner and we try to find fun ways to show each other how much we love each other.
Last year, I did a countdown for my hubby, with the 14 Days of Valentines. I thought he would just like having a treat or remembrance each day. I made little love notes from fun foam that I decorated and then put some silly pun on to go with his treat for the day. I never imagined that he would keep every single note that I made for him. It made him feel super special and he was very sentimental about my expression of love for him. Since we’ve been married for almost 22 years, I was surprised by how much he loved it. It was a fun and silly romantic gesture and one my spouse truly cherished. He actually has all these notes still by his bedside. I’ve pondered on why he liked this so much and I think it is because it took some genuine effort. It wasn’t just something I said or thought about doing. It took action on my part.
Of all the things I have appreciated the most throughout my life, my very favorite things are the expressions of love that required action. The things that back up the lip service. The service that is given because I am truly loved by that person. Those are the things and moments that truly matter.
I still love to get candy and flowers and cards. But those get eaten or fade over time and get tossed. I cherish the actions of love I receive day to day. The dishes being done. The laundry being rebooted and/or folded. Dinner being made or picked up because I just can’t do it that day. My toenails being painted because I can’t see well enough to do them myself. The hugs and kisses I get from my hubby and kid. Those are what matter. Those are what make me truly happy.
While the retail stores would have us believe that love is a noun that should be expressed by stuff, I know that love is truly a verb. It is expressed best by action. It is expressed by the things we do for each other every single day.
I love that we have a holiday each year to tell the ones we love most how we feel. But I am grateful that I am shown every day how much they love me. If it wasn’t for the every day actions, the declarations of love on that one day would ring hollow. And I am thankful I can show them each and every day how I feel about them too.
I’m glad that I know that real love is a verb.