My husband was a romantic. Valentine's Day was certainly no exception. I always got a sweet card and flowers or a small gift. He always tried to do something to show me how special I was to him.
For the past 5 years I have tried everything to make myself feel special on Valentine's Day. The first year after Lane died I cooked myself a fancy dinner and opened a nice bottle of wine. It was awful -- food and wine. In the later years I tried to make Valentine's Day about me feeling special with a manicure, a facial or a massage. While all these things were nice they certainly didn't make me feel special the way his smile did.
So here we are another Valentine's Day. I know now that nothing I do for myself comes close to making me feel special the way Lane did. On Valentine's Day and every other day he never failed to tell me how much I meant to him and special I made him feel.
To me Valentine's Day is one of those grin and bear it days. You just plow through it alone, feeling sad that your special Valentine isn't with you. Personally, I am just doing what I do any other Tuesday. But maybe a little retail therapy could me feel special for an hour or two?
How do you feel about Valentine's Day-- now and then?