a very married valentine’s day

I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day.

It’s not a new thing, and it’s not one of those “I’m alone, so I hate it” things.

I just don’t like the idea of an institutionalized holiday in which we’re told to tell people we love them.

Here’s the thing – Ryan and I tell each other every. single. day. that we love each other.

I believe the small gestures on an off day mean more than a store-bought card on this day.

And yet, I can’t help but be swept up in the throes of excitement this year –

if only because this is the first Valentine’s Day that we’ll actually get to spend together in person.

We don’t have big plans for the day, 

though Ryan has informed me I must be dressed and ready to go at 3 PM today.

 I don’t expect anything at all on this day, so anything will make me smile. 

Ryan is this solid beacon of strength and resolve in my life every day.

He makes me laugh until my sides hurt, smile until my jaw hurts and comforts me when I’m down.

He is opinionated and strong in character,

but he knows when to put aside his pride and ego and accept that he’s wrong.

He knows the perfect words to soothe me when I’m anxious and bring me back to stability.

This man is my rock, my love and my heart,

and I am so very blessed to be married to him. 

Even if I had a million days to tell him that, it wouldn’t be enough.

But enough of the sap…Happy Valentine’s Day to all YOU lovelies!