Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you. – Loretta Young
I randomly saw this quote today while scrolling through Facebook and scribbled it down onto my auto renewal paperwork. It’s been on my mind for a couple of hours now and with having Valentine’s Day last week, love is on the mind.
A couple of people had asked me what we did to celebrate this Hallmark-holiday, and although I do love this day and everything it stands for, we kept it simple. I ended up having a snow day (!) from my full-time job, so I put on my red jeans and joined the beau at the store for a couple of hours. I ran a few errands and picked up some essential items for a night cozied into bed watching House of Cards. You know, a baguette from The Placid Baker, a tub of fire roasted tomatoes and a fig salami from The Grocery and a big bottle of red wine. Believe it or not, we were looking forward to this for weeks.
The beau did get me a Full Moon Valentines bundle and I made him a card. It wasn’t about what was exchanged, but shared. We are reminded daily that we need to make time for each other in order to feel the love. I truly believe that my relationship with the beau found me when I was least expecting it and is something quite special, and I must work hard to keep it that way. I’m not saying that our relationship is hard, it’s just hard work being in one.
It’s easy to come home and complain about my hardships before asking him how his day was. It’s easy to create a mess in the kitchen and then complain about a contacts container being left out on bathroom sink. But I try not to let those easy habits creep up and replace them with the good. We find ourselves in the habit of going to bed together every single night. He still opens the car door for me first and I continue to dance each morning to try and see that smile. And I always get one.
I guess what I’m saying is lately I’ve been trying to have a tiny piece of Valentine’s Day everyday. And so far it’s working because I can feel the love.