I am not a big Valentine’s Day person.  I consider myself lucky in that I feel the love from my husband every day.

No, he doesn’t always buy me little gifts. On the other hand, I don’t want them.  If there is something I really want or need, I can get it. I want the little things.

I want him to reach over when we are in bed and rub the back of my neck.

I want him to tell the kids to move, so he can sit next to me on the couch.

I want him to pull me into his lap and lay a big, fat kiss on me.

I want him to open my door for me on date night.

I want him to hold the door for me when we are leaving a restaurant.

I want him to hold my hand when we walk around the mall.

And, I consider myself lucky that Roy does all those things and more.  When I’m exhausted, Roy asks if I want something to eat.  He brushes the kids teeth, and quizzes Hayden on his homework. 

If the kids do something to upset me, he backs me up.  He KNOWS me.  He slows down during a charity run, so he can run with me, and right before we hit the home stretch, when I was about ready to drop, he slipped his hand in mine and gave me that look.

You know the one, ladies. The one that says, “I know you can do this, but whatever happens I have your back.”

So, girls, maybe your guy doesn’t get the gifts right.  He buys you a shirt, and it’s the wrong color (or heaven forbid the wrong size!).  He gets you flowers, but NOT your favorites.  He buys you a card, and only signs his name.

BUT, if he gets things right every other day, does it really matter if he messes up Valentine’s Day?