When I told my husband about the gist of my Boycott the Valentine's Day Shenanigans blog on Thursday (He was driving home from work and hadn’t read it yet. Unlike a lot of people on the Kennedy, he doesn’t simultaneously read and drive.) this is what he said.
Love is a verb. It’s what you do every day of the year to show someone how much you care about them. Like taking out the garbage or helping with homework or going to the grocery store for the thing you forgot. You can’t be a chump most of the time and expect to make up for it on one day of the year.
I had to sit down. I was all verklempt. I am one lucky lady, I thought. And then I told him I thought I was one lucky lady. I feel very fortunate to have such a good man as my life partner. One who’s thoughtful and can always make me laugh. Like a minute later when he said, “Regardless, it’s a pretty good rationalization for not buying you flowers on Tuesday.”