February 14, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
DH and I aren’t exactly the romantic type. I mean, we do our best. But we don’t need chocolates, cards, flowers, fancy dinners and sexy lingerie (ok, that part is nice) to keep our relationship going. We are happy just the way we are. We celebrate each other every day.
In other words, we’re tightwads and we think it’s a waste of money.
Seriously, though, we do thoughtful things for one another. I make him lunch and put little notes in it. He surprises me by folding Mount Washmore. I pick his clothes out (mostly so he doesn’t go to work in blue pants and a red shirt. No, it doesn’t match, you are fooling yourself.). He knows when to get me a cream-filled donut. I text him when he’s at meetings and just say, “I Love You!” He brings me home chocolate milkshakes. It’s all about give and take. Compromise. Food…
Tonight? I’m throwing a steak on the grill. I am sauteing some onions and mushrooms, just the way he likes ’em. He’s getting me a piece of cheesecake. Our kids are eating with us. We aren’t going out (to over-priced menus and special “holiday” selections). We’re just hanging out. After all, our kids are a result of our “romance,” right? We should celebrate with them.
Which means we’ll both doze off on the couch watching really bad television. Or playing computer games. One of the two.
Happy V-Day, honey. I don’t hate you!