If you didn't know that, you are probably male…and should probably stop reading this blog and figure out some way to show that special lady how special she is.
Some men really dread Valentine's Day. If not kept in check, it can be one of those days that one feels the burden to top what was done last year. It can also be a binge of materialism that loses the person we're trying to appreciate in the flurry of chocolate, roses, food, trips, etc.
I've never dreaded Valentine's Day…except when I was single…and then just because it highlighted my singleness to me for that night. As a husband, I actually kind of look forward to it. It's an excuse (not that I need one) to show Emily she's special to me, and to celebrate the gift of our marriage.
This year we celebrated Saturday night, the 12th. We did this for a couple of reasons. The 14th is complete pandemonium in San Diego from a restaurant standpoint. The menus are fixed and expensive, and every restaurant is jammed with people who plan to take their time at their table so all restaurants have a wait–reservation or not.
Those are the selfish reasons.
The real reason we have begun celebrating on the 12th is because that's the night I proposed to Emily on the deck of the Queen Mary in Long Beach (pictured above). The year was 2000, and Emily suspected I might pop the question soon. So, I knew she'd have her hopes up for Valentine's Day. I wanted to surprise her, so asked her to marry me on the 12th. It did surprise her and we celebrated Valentine's Day that year as an engaged couple. No restaurant, no box of chocolates or flowers could substitute for the pledge of lasting and faithful love. It remains my favorite of our Valentine's Days.
Whatever you do…it doesn't need to be fancy. OK, maybe just a bit It can be quaint, thoughtful…whatever. It definitely needs to say you're thankful God gave you her.
Happy Valentine's Day.
There are three things that amaze me—
no, four things that I don’t understand:
how an eagle glides through the sky,
how a snake slithers on a rock,
how a ship navigates the ocean,
how a man loves a woman.